The manager set the envelope on the counter between us….
For several seconds, neither of us moved. I stared at my name written across the front in Walter’s unmistakable handwriting. The letters leaned slightly to the right, just as they had on grocery lists, birthday cards, and the notes he used to leave beside the coffee maker. My hands began to tremble. “Why have you…
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