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The day had been busy for the professor as he collapsed into his chair. He had finished going through his students' assignments and was beginning to prepare himself a fresh cup of tea.
The professor picked up his teapot and poured some tea into his cup. The hot brown liquid streamed down into the cup and let off steam. The professor set down the teapot onto his desk and held his cup close. He blew gently onto it in order to cool it down. He raised the cup to his lips and took a small sip of it. The liquid flowed into his mouth, warming it before he swallowed.
The professor set the cup to the side and looked over at the letters in front of him. He picked the stack up and ruffled through them. Most of the letters were about bills or from his apprentice in America. However, one letter caught his eye.
To Hershel Layton,
From, Emmy Altava.
The man's eyebrows perked up at the familiar name.
Miss Emmy Altava...
He hadn't heard that name in over a decade. Layton put all the other letters to the side and opened up her letter. The paper smelled like musk, almost like it had been dipped into the fragrance. The letter was written in cursive with it being in short paragraphs. It felt odd to hear from her especially considering what happened last time when they were together.
Layton brushed off the memory from their time searching for the Azran and looked at the letter.
Dear Hershel Layton,
It has been a long time since I've seen you. I've missed you but I'm always so scared to come back.
I'm unsure if you forgive me for what I did for uncle Leon.
Just so you know I love you.
Below the letter was a photo. The photo at first was quite blurry but it looked to be that of Layton himself, all alone in his bed. Layton's heart dropped at the photo. It looked to have been taken by Emmy herself as no one else could've.
Layton swallowed hard at the photo and dropped the letter. He still hadn't forgiven Emmy for what she'd done. But this, this took the cake. He needed to get out of London.