“That’s me.”
His badge read Sean.
“I’ve got a delivery for you.”
It was difficult to hear.
I took the package.
Aunt Ria’s address was on the label.
Vanessa watched me carry it into the kitchen.
“What’s she sending you?”
“I’m about to find out.”
I took the package.
I opened the box.
Inside was an old envelope.
Dad had written “Private” across the front.
My hands went still.
Vanessa leaned over my shoulder.
My hands went still.
The moment she recognized the envelope, her coffee cup slipped from her hand.
It struck the floor, spilling coffee across the tiles.
“No.”
She reached toward the envelope.
I stepped back.
“What’s wrong?”
Her coffee cup slipped.
“Give me that.”
“Why?”
Her face reddened.
“Your father was supposed to destroy that!”
I looked at the envelope.
“What is it?”
“Give me that.”
Vanessa moved closer.
“Give me that. Now, Zoe!”
