Mrs. Dilmore was waiting near the front office, looking pale. With trembling hands, she held out a plain white envelope. “I found it in the back corner of my bottom desk drawer. I don’t know how I missed it.”
I took it carefully, as if paper could bruise. On the front, in Owen’s handwriting, were two words: For Mom.
My knees almost gave out right there.
“I found it in the back corner of my bottom desk drawer.”
“Would you like to sit down?” Mrs. Dilmore asked.
“Please,” I whispered.
