I’m half-crouched, butt facing Gracie’s door, when she slides it open. “Felix?” she says. “Hey,” I say, quickly standing up and dropping the letters I was gathering. I spin to face her. “I have your mail.” I don’t, actually, have her mail. Or any mail. All of it is still on the floor. She looks around the hallway, a question in her eyes. “You do?”
Dead
