The Message From My Son That Forced An Impossible Choice – The Archivist

in your shared future.”

I felt the temperature in the room drop about twenty degrees.

“As Mason’s wife?” I repeated carefully.

“Yes,” Linda said, lifting her chin. “As his wife.”

I turned to Mason so fast I felt my neck crack. “Mason. What is she talking about?”

Mason’s face went rigid for half a second—just long enough for me to see the panic—before he continue reading …