Opening the letter
Later that night, I finally decided to open the letter. With trembling hands, I tore it open, curiosity and dread mixing in my gut.
The familiar handwriting seemed to leap off the page as I began to read. My heart pounded in my chest.
After all these years, what could she possibly want now? I scanned the first few lines, the words blurring momentarily as I tried to absorb their meaning.
