Outside, you find Walter waiting for you. He shivers as a gust of frozen wind bites through his thick woolen postal uniform. Despite the cold, he greets you with a smile. He tips his hat, sending a few errant snowflakes fluttering to the ground, and hands you the day’s post.

You return to the kitchen table, where you hastily shuffle through the mail in your hands. Envelope after envelope bears your aunt’s name, broken up by the odd letter addressed to your uncle. This isn’t a surprise—you haven’t received much correspondence since leaving Hartford. But as you set the stack of messages down on the table, a flash of color catches your eye. You notice a small postcard bearing a vibrant illustration tucked amongst the envelopes. You . . .