The Envelope That Changed Everything

about something.

Dad.

Then Evelyn.

Then my older sister, Melissa.

All of them asking the same question. All of them sounding wrong in a way that made the fine hairs on my arms stand up.

“Did you eat any of the chocolates?” Dad asked, his voice thin and frayed like it might snap.

“How much did you eat?” Evelyn demanded, skipping hello entirely.

“Tell me you continue reading …