My Sister Handed Me A Document And Said “It’s Time”—Then Left The Room
The envelope was plain, nondescript, but heavy with unspoken words as my sister slid it across the table. “It’s time,” she said, her voice a mixture of resolve and something I couldn’t quite place. There was no eye contact, just the soft sound of paper against wood. I hesitated, the room’s silence stretching, before finally … Read more