How many dolphins can you spot in the picture?

felt smaller as I read Evelyn’s final letter, the paper trembling in my hands. She didn’t curse me or call me a monster.

Instead, she wrote about the boy I used to be, the one who worked double shifts and still slipped his tips into his mother’s purse.

She said she had married me with her eyes open, knowing exactly what I was, and betting quietly on continue reading …