The Dinner Invitation

The envelope was thin.

Cream-colored. No return address. Hand-delivered. Tucked beneath my apartment door when I got back from the gym, hair still damp and skin still flushed with endorphins.

No address on the front.

Just a name.

Catherine.

That was enough.

I already knew who it was from.

I st...

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