YELENA

He looked at the letter like he was only seeing it for the first time, his brows pulling together in confusion.

“Ma’am, I-I don’t know how it got here. I was at my post all day.”

“Exactly,” I snapped, my voice rising before I could stop it. “If anyone should know how this got here, it should be you. But it looks like you’re not focused on your work anymore.”

Because it didn’t make sense, not at all.

How could something like this slip in when he was right ...