*Michael*

Shelby set a light green envelope down on the table in front of the FBI agents. At first, I thought it looked like a birthday card, but as Agent Gatlin pulled the card out, I noticed the big blocky letters on the front said get well soon.

“I’m done with this,” Shelby said, folding her arms in front of her.

I looked back at the card, confused, as a small polaroid picture slid out and landed face-up in front of me on ...