The stark white of the envelope in my hands reminds me of snow. Which makes me think of Alec all over again. Of skating behind Al’s Barbecue, to touring Christmas lights in town, to falling in love. My breath freezes as I sigh. My cold fingers pull the mailbox door open, and I set the envelope inside.
Closing it back up, I turn on my heels and walk away from Alec’s house. All air is ripped out of my lungs. Everything comes down to this letter. The puck’s in his zone.
“Either way, we will be all right,” I tell the little bean growing in my stomach.
And I walk away from the house. The house our baby boy will never step foot in.
