The Envelope My Father Handed Me At My Sister’s Wedding

a woman with a headset and the soul of a combat medic, materialized at Elise’s elbow and whispered, “Do you want me to clear the room?” Elise didn’t answer.

Grant did.

“Yes.”

That surprised me.

He put his hand on Elise’s back, not gently this time, and said to my father, “Did you know about Belize?”

Not Dad. Not Charles.

You.

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