His reply came shortly after, "No, I haven't heard, Erica, I've read." He added a smiling emoji at the end of his message.
I couldn't help but smile back at the screen, thinking, 'He just can't leave without correcting me, can he?'
As I was lost in that thought, Miss Gilet appeared behind me, her presence gentle yet attentive. "Excuse me, madam," she said politely, "there was a package delivered for you earlier, but you seemed busy, so I kept it for when you were free."
"What is it, Miss Gilet?" I asked, turning to face her.
"It's an envelope, madam," she replied, handing it over to me.
Curious and a bit apprehensive, I took the envelope from her. What could it be? My mind raced with possibilities as I examined it, the weight of it unfamiliar in my hand.
