An envelope sat in the middle of the table; stark, white, disquieting. What was inside? Something good? Bad? Inconsequential? Sparrows squabbled outside, but inside was silent, empty apart from the owner of the eyes that stared. Her lover, so unknown to her, had left early while the sun had still been slumbering below the horizon. Was it a goodbye? A love letter? Either possibility made her nervous. He didn’t fit into her life, yet. In a burst of bravery she flipped open the envelope, removing the message. It was from her neighbour, asking her to collect his mail while he vacationed.