Lia’s eyes were red, and Jen wouldn’t look at me.
On the table beside the papers was another envelope with my name in Dad’s handwriting.
I saw it the moment I walked in earlier that night… but I couldn’t open it yet. I wasn’t ready then, but I was now.
“Chels, if you’re reading this, it means you made it.”
Love, Dad.”
I pressed the note to my chest and looked around the quiet house.
