The Envelope That Changed Everything

the wig.

But beneath the burn, something else was alive.

Anger, yes.

But also clarity.

I sat with my gaze lifted toward the stained glass, and my mind slipped, as it always did in churches, into memory.

The small house outside Boston. The nights I stayed awake doing paperwork while Michael slept. The mornings I pretended I’d already eaten so he could have continue reading …