Max’s full name was printed in sharp black ink right above my address on Elm Street.

Lily leaned over my shoulder, her chin resting on my collar.

“Is that Daddy’s mail?”

“He hasn’t lived in this house for two years,” I said.

I turned the envelope over and saw the dark blue oak leaf logo of Oakwood Community Bank stamped across the back flap.

I tore the side edge off before I even stood up.

Inside at the kitchen table an hour later, Chloe banged a purple crayon against the plastic tray of her high chair.

“Snack,” Chloe said.