Evelyn drove her car towards Roxanne's house.

The drive was slow, and almost reverent.

It was as if she was going for something that would make or mar her.

She was putting on a plain black coat, and heels.

And also had with her a leather bag, which contained just one item.

A letter.

As she drove, the streets blurred past her window like a memory she does not want to go after anymore.

Her phone buzzed in her lap, but she didn’t check it.

There was no one she wanted to hear from.

Not ...