Lila’s P.O.V.
It was one of those quiet mornings at home, the kind where the sunlight filtered through the kitchen window, spilling warmth across the table. Skye had just wandered back in from the mailbox, a small stack of letters in his hand, when I noticed an official-looking envelope near the top, my name typed in bold across the front. He raised an eyebrow, giving it a little shake as he handed it to me.
“What do you think, Ms. Lila? Mystery mail from the IRS, or maybe a surprise inheritance?”
I rolled my eyes, though I couldn’t help smiling as I took it.
“As thrilling as an inheritance from a long-lost billionaire uncle sounds, I’d settle for a nice grocery store coupon by now.”
We both laughed as I carefully opened the envelope. Inside was a letter from the art center, and a f
