White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

I carried the envelope into the kitchen, my boots clicking against the linoleum.

I set the letter on the counter right next to the white ceramic sink, near the spot where the three-hundred-dollar gold face cream jar sat in the cabinet above.

Using a dull butter knife from the drawer, I slit the top edge of the thick paper.

My hands did not shake, but continue reading …