The Letter I Didn’t Expect

The moment I opened the crumpled envelope, a familiar name screamed back at

me in bold, unforgiving letters: Alex Carter. Apparently, some of my mail was lost

and Alex was in charge of the local post office, and I needed to stop by to sort it all out. Alex Carter—once

the brilliant logistics manager I'd fallen for—was right here, standing behind the post office

counter, masked by years and unspoken regrets. As I approached the desk,

our eyes locked, a moment suspended in time. "I need help with this mix-up," I

said, my voice betraying nothing of the emotional tsunami beneath. He nodded,

his eyes a cocktail of surprise and lingering pain. "Sure, let me take a look,"