Chapter 165

The pressure didn’t come from school this time.

It came from an envelope.

Thick.

Cream-colored.

Slightly too formal for comfort.

Daniel found it in the mailbox on a Tuesday afternoon.

He knew the logo before he fully processed it.

The company.

The one he’d interviewed with quietly two months ago.

The one he hadn’t mentioned again after saying, *“It’s probably nothing.”*

It wasn’t nothing.

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He didn’t open it in the driveway.

He waited until the kids ...