After dinner plans
We agreed to open the results after dinner, trying to keep things normal for now. Dinner was quieter than usual, the envelope a silent presence reminding us of what waited.
“Pass the salt, please,” Olivia asked, her voice steady. We tried to enjoy our meal, despite the unspoken tension.
The envelope lay nearby, and with each glance, the anticipation grew. Soon, we’d discover what was held within those pages.