The envelope was waiting on the porch when Amelia came home.That was the first strange thing.Not because the mail never arrived. The mail arrived all the time. Mostly bills, advertisements, and glossy flyers promising discounts on things Amelia had never wanted. But those came folded into the dented mailbox at the edge of the driveway, crammed between paper coupons and thin envelopes with little plastic windows.This envelope sat by itself on the welcome mat.Centered.Untouched by the damp.As if whoever had left it there had measured the porch, the mat, and the precise angle of the door before deciding where it belonged.Amelia stopped with one foot on the bottom step and stared at it.The afternoon had been gray in the way early autumn afternoons often were, with low clouds pressing close enough to make the whole neighborhood feel smaller. Rain had fallen sometime before she arrived home, leaving the concrete dark and slick and the air smelling of wet leaves, old wood, and the fa
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