The Envelope That Changed Everything

Brushes. Blank canvas.

The wind rattled the windows softly. Waves thudded in the distance, steady and uncaring.

I poured tea and sat down, letting the warmth seep into my hands again.

My phone lit up with another call.

Michael.

I watched it ring, then stop.

A minute later, a text came through, shorter this time.

Mom, please. Just talk to me.

I stared at the continue reading …