White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

across the asphalt of the driveway.

The mail carrier’s white truck slowed to a crawl at the edge of my yard, but Harold did not just drop the mail in the box.

He turned off the engine, climbed out of the cabin, and began walking up my front porch steps with a thick, white flat envelope in his hand.

I opened the front door before he could press the brass continue reading …