The Envelope That Changed Everything

memories. About Brooke always being the center. About the way our parents had trained us to keep peace by keeping Brooke happy.

“I used to look for you at my games,” he admitted quietly. “I’d imagine you were there, even after they told me not to mention you.”

My throat tightened. “I used to check your school’s website,” I confessed. “Honor rolls. Sports continue reading …