sharp edges biting my palm. I opened the box, heart in my throat.
Inside was a thick manila envelope, my name written in careful script. Holt nodded for me to take it. I pulled it out, another, thinner envelope tucked behind, stamped with the bank’s logo and the words “PAID IN FULL” in red.
My knees buckled.
Holt caught my arm. “You alright?”
My knees continue reading …