“You shouldn’t be doing all this for me,” I told her.

“Neither should you have been cooking for six adults at four thirty in the morning,” she replied.

I slept for an hour and dreamed of the white envelope Kyle had left on our kitchen island.

In the dream it was full of blank paper.

He kept telling me to sign anyway.

When I woke, a new message from Kendall waited on my phone.

I didn’t tell Mom where you went.