The Opening Of My Novel - "The letter" Chapter One, any opinion?

The second letter she had sent me was the last one I received. I stuck my finger into the top of the envelope and very carefully slid it along to open it. I pulled it out, and a small folded-brownish paper slipped through my clumsy fingers as I held it, skidding wildly across the wooden desk. I reached down to pick it up, unfolding it, feeling the ink of her eagle-feather quill when she had pressed it against the paper in slender hand. I pushed my gles up the bridge of my nose and started reading it