I nodded and did as I was told, hoping it wasn’t too over the top. “Is this all for me?”
“And cut.” Molly stepped over the box, sneering as if it offended her. “Snail mail. Gross. This better not start something new. I don’t have the budget to hire postal workers.”
“Honestly, I don’t know what is happening.” I picked up a box and started digging through the envelopes. The familiar postage mark on a few of them drew my attention.
“Who are they from?” one of the cameramen asked.
I kicked open the door and shoved the boxes inside, stopping to smile over my shoulder at the camera. “I’m not completely sure yet, but I can’t wait to read them.”
*
Sitting on the sofa surrounded by piles of envelopes, I started laughing. Finally, I found the one I was looking for with the hastily scrawled let
