The Envelope That Changed Everything

like weather patterns.

If Fern texted, it usually meant something had happened.

The message was short.

“Savannah, did you know your car is gone? Saw your brother driving it yesterday.”

For a moment I just stared.

My brain rejected it the way it rejected impossible things. Like a prank. Like a mistake. Like Fern confusing my car with someone else’s.

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