laugh.
I slid his pancakes toward him.
“Maybe it’s an old teacher. Maybe it’s one of my friends being weird. Maybe you’re part of a very low-budget spy operation.”
He smiled, but barely.
Then I made the joke I should not have made.
“Besides, these envelopes have money in them. Your father would never.”
That time, Adrian genuinely laughed.
Only for a moment.
Then he looked down at the card again and became quiet.
After that, we stopped trying to solve the mystery aloud.
The envelope simply became part of
