Strangers at the Altar

Maya heard the mail slot click shut as she sat at the kitchen counter, picking at her breakfast. The sound echoed through the quiet house like a gunshot. Vivian was still sleeping off another night of drinking, and their father had left early for work, muttering about board meetings and damage control.

"I'll get it," Jonah called from the living room, where he'd been lying on the couch staring at