~Reo’s~

“You don’t have to open it if you already know what it’ll say.”

The courier barely even makes a sound when he leaves. Just a soft knock. Just a sealed envelope. Just another ghost from the past I never asked for.

I hold it for too long. It’s slim. Pale ivory. My name written in her handwriting. That tight, cruel curve of her R. No stamp. No sender. Just me and the intensity of something I already feel pressed against my chest.

Jennie doesn’t say anything more. She stands near the balcony doors. Blue’s soft humming echoes from the other room like a lullaby. And I know she’s giving...