*Olivia*

*Two weeks later*

I stared down at the envelope sitting innocently on top of the coffee table. Elio’s giggles as he played in his little baby-proofed corner of the living room reached my ears, mixing with the sound of the cartoon playing in the background.

I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to feel exactly. The unopened letter was like a huge neon sign screaming at me to open it and reveal the results of what I wanted to know so badly. ...