You opened the envelope, the familiar sharp scent of stationery greeting you. Jill’s handwriting was precise, almost meticulous, though a few lines were hastily scrawled.

"Hey…" the letter began. "If you’re reading this, it means I’ve made it through another day without turning it into a complete disaster. Honestly, some of these missions feel endless. But thinking about you… it helps. Makes me remember there’s something worth coming back to."

You smiled, holding the letter close, your heart tightening. Another envelope sat on the counter, waiting for tomorrow, another glimpse into Jill’s thoughts, her vulnerabilities, the part of her she never let anyone see.

A small note at the bottom made you laugh: "P.S. If I disappear for a few days, don’t freak out. I’m probably just hiding from a zombie or two… or fifteen."

Even from miles away, Jill had a way of making you feel safe—her words bridging the distance, the danger, and the chaos.