Lets Catch Up

Theodore Brightwell stood motionless at his bedroom window, his posture rigid with anticipation. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the manicured estate grounds, but his eyes weren't focused on the pristine gardens or elegant fountains. Instead, they tracked the approach of a tiny speck in the distance – a carrier pigeon winging its way directly toward him.

With practiced grace, he extended his arm. The bird alighted on his sleeve with barely a rustle of feathers, its small claws gripping the expensive fabric. Theodore's movements were deliberate as he retrieved the message from its carrier, his expression betraying nothing. Only after the pigeon had taken flight did he turn from the window, unfolding the paper with careful precision.