“READ FIRST.
Before you open anything.”
My chest recognized that handwriting before my mind could process it.
The girls suddenly fell silent.
So did all forty guests.
Chloe picked up the envelope and looked at me.
“Dad… is this…”
“Yes,” I said.
“It’s from your mother.”
Abigail folded her arms.
“We’re not reading it.
Just throw it away.”
But Harper, my quiet one, slowly took the envelope from her sister and slipped one finger beneath the seal.
Then she froze.
“Dad,” she whispered, staring at the front of the envelope.
“It’s not addressed to us.”
She lifted it so I could see.
