After Taylor sent that letter, everything felt off. It was a dramatic change or in a way anyone else would notice, but Taylor felt it. Like something had shifted just beneath she surface, subtle but constant.
She found herself thinking about the letter more than she should have. Not what she wrong, but what it meant that she had written it.
There was no taking it back now. The name was out there. Andrew existed in the space between them. Not fully or in detail, but enough to change the shape of things.
Denise noticed it before she said anything. At this point, it was almost irritating to Taylor how Denise picked up every little thing that went on.
“Did you tell him?” she asked one afternoon. She didn’t even look up from the stack of linens she was folding.
Taylor didn’t even pretend n
