Georgia
nine
Matt sits on the couch, sighing heavily as she flips the envelope over in her hands again. She doesn’t want to open it. She doesn’t want to be denied. “What about Colorado?” he asks stoically.
“Matt,” she frowns. “Matt this could be my chance.”
“Okay,” he runs a hand through his hair. “Okay, open it then.”
She slowly tears off the very top, slipping out the white paper and unfolding it. She doesn’t know what to do.
“Matt,” she frowns. “Matt this could be my chance.”
“Okay,” he runs a hand through his hair. “Okay, open it then.”
She slowly tears off the very top, slipping out the white paper and unfolding it. She doesn’t know what to do.