I stared down at the unopened envelope lying on the passenger seat of my car. I flip-flopped with the idea of opening it. My fingers fidget in my lap as I contemplate. I reached out for it but quickly withdrew my hand, thinking better of it. I take a deep breath before putting the keys in the ignition and starting the car. I drove away from Lydia’s house feeling no better than I did before.
Dinner is quiet that night, but I feel Moms gaze on me every so often. Well, more like often. I didn't say anything or make eye contact. Dad’s focus was on Mom. I could tell he was just waiting for her to go on one of her tangents. Surprisingly, she kept mostly quiet.
“How’s school, honey?” she asks.
“Good.” It’s best to keep it short.
Dad’s eyes flickered at me for a moment. I think he knows I'm
