Chapter 4 CaitlynI feel all color leaving my face, my heart freezes in my chest and my hands become sweaty. I do not have to look at the envelope she is holding in her hands to know what is it about and who it is coming from. Three the same day, this is the kind of premiere that I would have very well done without.
— Caitlyn? Is there a problem?
— No. Nothing.
My hands tremble as much as my voice when I grab the envelope as red as the blood in my veins, contradicting my words.
— I know you better than you know yourself. What's going on, darling? And don't answer me it is nothing!
Given my lack of response and reaction, my grandmother takes the lead. She takes the envelope, opens it and reads it aloud, frowning.
— Get ready, I'll be there soon. Very soon.
She rereads the missive seve
