The letter arrived when Stephanie least expected it.
She stood in the quiet of her small kitchen, the soft hum of the fridge the only sound. The envelope sat on the counter, ordinary in appearance, but something about it felt... different. She could feel the weight of it, though she didn’t know why.
She had seen enough rejection letters in her life to recognize that look—the crispness of the paper, the formal type, the sterile tone. But this one was different. There was something about it that made her hesitate. Her fingers brushed the edges, but she didn’t open it right away.
Maybe it was the memory of how hard she’d worked to get to this point, or maybe it was the fear of what it might mean.
Either way, she knew that whatever this letter held, it would change everything.
As she finally tore open the envelope, the world outside seemed to still for just a moment. Her heart raced, but she didn’t know why.
Not yet.
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