It was neither discarded nor turned into a ticket through our front door.

“I can leave a door open without pretending you never tried to cross it,” I said, looking at the envelope.

Daniel did not mistake that for a promise.

“What would have to change?”

“She would need to respect boundaries without treating them as humiliation.

She would need to let the legal process continue.

She would need to stop thinking Leo can solve what she lost.”

“And then?”