The Bright Undoing
The Bright Undoing The envelope was pale blue, the kind of paper that cost more than Eleanor Callahan made in a week. She held it between her thumb and forefinger as though it might be contagious, and stared at the handwriting on the front until the letters stopped looking like letters and started looking like faces she hadn't seen in seven years. Jimmy's handwriting. Still looped and eager,...
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