Later that afternoon, when Olivia stopped by with the baby, Elise handed her the envelope. She expected mild curiosity, maybe a smile from the girl. Instead, Olivia’s face drained of color. Her hands trembled as she read the single letter on the card: A.
“Is something wrong?” Elise asked. Olivia shook her head quickly. “No, it’s nothing,” she said, forcing a laugh that cracked at the edges. “Please, don’t mention this to anyone. Not my mom, nor Daniel, if they come with me. Promise me.”