My Brother Thought I Was Delivering to the Country Club

“You didn’t use the draft.”

“No.”

“Thank God.”

The Letter In The Safe

I didn’t go to my family’s table.

I slipped into the old boardroom off the side hall, closed the door, and opened the envelope with my thumb.

Inside was one folded sheet from the club’s stationery. The old crest still printed at the top.

The paper smelled like dust and cedar.

Her handwriting continue reading …