The Envelope That Changed Everything

in a navy dress stood a few feet away, her face calm, her posture composed. Silver threaded through her hair at the temples. Her eyes were kind but sharp, like she missed nothing.

“I’m Patricia,” she said. “Ryan’s mother.”

My throat went dry. “Hi,” I managed.

She glanced back toward the reception doors, checking that we were alone enough to speak.

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