We have a filing, we have a hold, and we have an envelope to open when you’re ready.”

“He’ll call.”

“He will.

Let him.”

I drove back to Maple Street with my hand on my stomach and the blue envelope on the passenger seat beside me.

The county seal on the motion receipt was still warm from the stamp.

At four I saw Charles come up the walk with a pot wrapped in a dish towel.

Courtney followed with her purse against her chest and her heels clicking on the brick.