Light of my Life,
I am told you're recovering at your father's manse currently, which I would argue is probably more comfortable for you at the moment than this stuffy town home. Annie and I are spending time annoying Malik, without your guidance he's become rather big for his britches. How did you ever put up with him for this many years? He's unsufferably cheerful with the Salvo woman around.
I will not press for how you are, how you are feeling, I don't think I'd want to know with being barred entry at the house (Your father is insufferable too, have I ever told you that?). I'm trying to negotiate visits, but I feel I will probably fail on that front. As difficult as it is to think, I know you are in good hands, with people you know and love around you.
Write to me, my darling wife, anything you want to talk about, until I can see you again, and we can figure all this out together.
Oceans of Love,
Czora
