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☆☆ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ☆☆
𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐝-𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 - 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐤𝐬𝐤𝐬𝐤𝐬𝐤𝐬𝐤𝐬𝐤.
𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇!
𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠!
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You and John stared at each other in utter silence, both suspecting and unsuspecting at the same time. The first few moments were painted with unmistakable confusion, the inability to understand what the hell was going on.

But then, very steadily, bits and pieces of a stark realization began to trickle into the forefront of your mind, all whilst you kept your eyes on John.

You glanced at his wedding ring before focusing on him again, and as his eyes studied the features of your face, he appeared to comprehend what you might have silently deduced.

The letter had been incredibly detailed, to the extent where only someone that was close to you could have composed such an article - and there was only one person that was close enough to have known everything far before you had become aware of the boys' potential presence in your life.

"The....only person...that could have known..." you whispered nervously, watching the blood slowly drain from the bassist's face. "Is Nica," you swallowed.

It all sounded ridiculous upon initially hearing the suggested conclusion, but once the words truly settled in, it began to make sense. Of course, it was insane to have imagined her writing a letter to her own address, but the pale expression on John's face inordinately and wordlessly indicated that she was capable of doing something of the sort.

And both of your hearts sank into your stomachs at the thought that she might have known.

"No..." John whispered, fear in his eyes - fear that he might have been terribly close to losing the woman he loved. "(Y/N), what do we do?" he stared at you as though he were a completely disoriented child, panicking.

But you were also quite disoriented, albeit not as much as John was. Initially, you hadn't had the slightest clue as to what the next move should have been either, but being the quick-thinker that motherhood had taught you to be, you understood, in a timely manner, that you needed to speak to Veronica about it - the both of you did.

At that point, the possibility that Veronica may have written the letter outweighed the possibility that it hadn't been her doing at all - or at least that was the mindset that you and the bassist shared. As much as it could have been anyone else, there was an intuitive agreement that it had been her, and that the only way the air could be cleared was to discuss it with her.