“Hello?” My voice came out thin when I finally answered.
“Meryl, I’m so sorry to call like this,” Mrs. Dilmore sounded shaken. “I found something in my desk drawer today, and I think you need to come to the school right away.”
“What are you talking about, Mrs. Dilmore?”
“It’s an envelope,” she said. “It has your name on it. It’s from Owen.”
My hand closed tighter around the shirt. “From Owen?”
“Yes. I don’t know how it ended up there. I found it only today. But it’s in his handwriting.”
“It’s from Owen.”
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