Debbie returned home one evening to find a package on her doorstep. It was a letter from Felix.
She sat at her kitchen table, staring at the envelope. Her heart raced as she wondered what it contained. She had avoided Felix after their last conversation, unwilling to reopen wounds.
Placing the letter in a drawer, she decided she wasn't ready to read it yet. Instead, she focused on her campaign, burying herself in work.
But the envelope lingered in the back of her mind, a
quiet whisper she couldn't ignore.