at the envelope.

Her name was written across the front.

Below it were two words:

**FINAL ACCOUNTING.**

Her fingers trembled as she picked it up.

I took another sip of coffee.

Breakfast could wait.

This mattered more.

Part 2

“Sometimes you make things bigger than they need to be.”

Claire zipped the suitcase.

“And sometimes you make me smaller than I should have continue reading …