Reflections of Light

The Letter

Evelyn tapped the pen rhythmically against her chin, carefully choosing her words.
Placing pen to paper, swiftly she formed the letters in her no-nonsense script, keeping it short and simple.

She couldn't help but feel guilty about doing this, though she pushed it down, knowing how it would be seen as a betrayal even now although she owed them nothing.

Still, she wrote her words with carefully, choosing concern over intentional incrimination.

Her central worry now was the boy, and keeping him safe. With all her ability to intervene having been stripped away, her options had become very slim indeed.

Sometimes, to do the right thing meant you had to do the hard thing.
The score outweighed the cost.

Carefully, she folded the unsigned letter into the envelope, tucking in the paper clipped bundle of collected evidence besides it, before sealing it up.

Then, standing up, she took her coat, slipping it on and tucking the letter into her pocket, before swiftly leaving the building, pulling the hood up around her face, steeling herself against the sharp cold of the before-dawn, walking onwards at a pace to beat the sunrise.

It was morning when the letter was found, slipped under the door.

Curiously, it was peeled open, Jace pulling the tightly packed contents out onto the table.

The letter inside was brief and to the point, detailing about a missing child having been taken away by his know-to-be-a-risk mother, and explaining how the anonymous sender believed him to potentially be in harms way.

It was a photograph of this missing boy that emphasised this point, Jace immediately recognising him as the runaway faerie boy who'd followed him down the alley, before being snatched away by his mother.
Remembering that raised his concern more, mulling over the events of that evening.

Calling for the others to come cast an opinion, he thumbed through the stack of photos, seeming to have been taken from a cheap phone camera, most pretty blurry and imprecise- although that was easily explained away by the claim that the boy had taken these himself and send them to the anonymous writer.

"I don't know." Isabelle said, as she took a turn flicking through the photographs. "I mean, judging by the photos he seems okay, but then again..."

"He ran away from home." Jace cut in. "It's the kid that followed me down the alley, I'm sure of it.
He didn't seem too happy then. He really didn't want to go home, not until his mother came and got him."

"It could be worth checking out, just in case. No harm no foul if it turns out to be nothing, we're just going off information we've been given."

"Did the letter just say it was just him and his mum?" Alec asked, squinting at one particularly bad photograph, obscured mostly by the fact it was taken looking down at an odd angle through the slats of a bannister; clearly knocked awry by whatever white, furry dog-creature was coming in on the side of the frame, obviously curious at what was being looked at.

"Because judging by this there's at least one more person in the house. That's not his mother."

This was hard to write for some reason, I really don't think it's good but hopefully it ain't awful. Just it's now building up to something happening, so this is important to include.
Any feedback, comments etc are welcome!