Which then grew into a hope
Caroline grabbed her cup of coffee, black, and went to the porch of her small apartment. She didn't like to steal, but she compelled her landlord and didn't have to pay rent. On top of her newspaper laid a crisp white envelope. She grabbed it and walked back inside, forgetting about the newspaper. She sat on her black Ikea chair in her modern kitchen and just stared at the paper in front of her. She didn't get letters like this and she had a queasy feeling in her stomach. She took a deep, unnecessary breath and tore it open.