where they belonged.
Behind me.
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Chapter 2
The missing envelope showed my generosity had become an expectation
My phone buzzed all the way home.
David called twice, Rachel three times, and I ignored every call because adrenaline was still running through me and I had nothing useful to say.
At home, I removed my shoes, lit a lavender candle, and made chamomile tea.
For the first Sunday in months, I wasn’t under someone else’s kitchen light scraping cheese from a casserole dish while laughter came from another room.
