The envelope sat on the table in front of me, the top flap lifted but no more.
I had found it when I got home.
It was waiting outside my door, leaning against the Hello Kitty statue I had placed outside.
It was akin to a Band Aid; I knew I needed to read it and get it over with quickly, but I was prolonging the agony by leaving it sitting there taunting me.
He’d used my name; not my nickname. He had never used my name.
Only once, my brain chirped up.
Yes, only once.
And then he’d left.