The Envelope That Changed Everything

flicking back to the porch scene, the kids bundled on the steps, Ivy’s jaw tight, my mother’s panic turning to rage. It wasn’t guilt exactly. It was… awareness. Like I could see the pattern from a distance now, and distance made it clearer.

Meera reached across the table and squeezed my hand once.

“Did you do anything illegal?” she asked.

“No.”

“Did you continue reading …