The Envelope That Changed Everything

made it better.

At painting class, no one commented when I arrived without my wig.

Maryanne greeted me the same way she always did, warm and uncurious. Samuel glanced up, did a double take, then smiled.

“Looks good,” he said simply.

“Does it?” I asked.

“It does,” he replied, already turning back to his canvas, as if that was the end of the matter.

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