PART 2: THE PAPER IN THE ENVELOPE

The porch air felt suddenly thin.

I stared at Chloe.

The world seemed to wobble beneath my feet, the grey sky blurring into the faded blue paint of the front porch.

Inside my house, Julian’s jacket still hung on the hall coat rack.

His coffee mug sat half-drained on the kitchen counter from the morning he drove himself to the hospital.