Facing the Envelope
Sitting in the kitchen, the envelope between us felt like a ticking bomb. ‘Let’s do this together,’ I encouraged Emily.
Her hands trembled slightly as she picked it up, the future held within a thin paper. ‘I never thought I’d be so nervous,’ she admitted.
I squeezed her shoulder, offering silent support. We knew what was inside could alter everything, yet the strength we drew from each other promised we would face it head-on.