Give anything enough time, and everything is taken care of. This was the exact way Aire felt as she felt the presence of the study room surrounding her.
Her gaze lifted slowly.
It went straight to the shelf, and rested there. For a moment, she simply looked. Her fingers lifted, and they hovered just slightly before settling against the edge of the wood.
Slowly, she began.
She took one document at a time. She moved them carefully, and precisely.
If it was still here, she would find it.
If it wasn't… Her jaw tightened faintly at that thought. Though she didn't want that, it would give her the closure she deserves to move on.
Her fingers slid past rolled parchments, sealed envelopes, and stacked records. Each one she checked, then placed aside.
There was nothing there.
Her brows drew together slightly.
Aire shifted.
Her gaze moved lower and then, she saw it. It was no longer where it had been before. This time, it was hidden and pushed behind a set of older ledgers.
