The Envelope That Changed Everything

back into the place where I’d been exiled.

But not going meant letting them keep the story forever.

On the morning I finally mailed the RSVP, my hands shook so badly I dropped the pen once. It clattered onto the table, loud in my quiet apartment. I picked it up, took a breath, and checked the box that said I would attend.

I told myself I wasn’t going continue reading …