The Envelope That Changed Everything

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“I feel weirdly calm,” I admitted.

Meera tapped her chopsticks against the table. “That’s adrenaline. Or freedom. Or both.”

I stared at the steam rising from my tea. “They’re acting like I committed a crime.”

Meera snorted. “To them you did. You committed the crime of not being available.”

The waitress brought us food. I barely tasted it. My mind kept continue reading …