I Thought She Did “Nothing” All Day — Then a Single Box Proved Me Wrong

every night.

I thought about how easily I had reduced all of that to one word: just.

Anna came downstairs and stopped when she saw me at the table, the frame propped up in front of me.

“You opened it,” she said.

She didn’t sound angry.

She sounded tired.

“I’m sorry,” I said immediately. My voice didn’t feel steady. “I shouldn’t have said what I did. I was continue reading …