*Olivia*
*Two weeks later*
I stared down at the envelope sitting innocently on top of the coffee table. Elio’s giggles as he played in his little baby-proofed corner of the living room reached my ears, mixing with the sound of the cartoon playing in the background.
I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to feel exactly. The unopened letter was like a huge neon sign screaming at me to open it and reveal the results of what I wanted to know so badly.
But I just couldn’t. Every time I reached for it, my chest squeezed until I couldn’t breathe, and I had to move away from the letter. Maybe it was possessed, I thought, a bit hysterically as the third hour of staring at this damn letter passed by.
But I couldn’t procrastinate forever.
I heaved a sigh as I lifted Elio from his little corner. He brought his favorite stuffed animal with him–a plush narwhal with a rainbow horn that Dahlia had gotten him, one of the dozens that now littered his room.
