The Envelope That Changed Everything

to rewrite the story.

The clock read 10:00 a.m.

Three hours until St. Andrew’s.

I wrapped a cashmere scarf around my neck, the one Michael had given me years ago. The fabric was still soft, still smelled faintly like his cologne when I pressed it near my face. For a beat, the memory almost broke me.

Then I remembered the note on my pillow.

I picked up my continue reading …