Three days. I have had to wait three days for this envelope in my hand. I have literally just crawled out of my bed and a white envelope was thrust into my hands the minute my eyes were open.
“Open it sweetie.” Gran says, sitting on the edge of my bed, ringing her hands together.
I breath heavily through my nose and exhale through my mouth. Grandad is pacing the floor at the end of my bed, ringing his hands just like gran.
I can’t take this anymore, so I rip open the envelope and my heart stops.
“30%” is the only number I am looking for. “That’s good right?” I ask to the room.
“I will call Mr Dalton. I am sure he said that was the number we were looking for” grandad shous as he rushed out of my room.
Gran gently takes the letter from my hand and reads it over, I cannot read her
