“Ma’am, I need you to break this open.”
I stared at him.
“Why?”
His face became careful.
“Because what’s inside is worth more than money.”
It had started a few days earlier, when I saw Mrs. Adele standing near her mailbox, gripping an envelope a little too tightly.
Oliver waved from beside me.
“Hi, Mrs. Adele!”
She smiled, but the smile arrived late.
“Hello, my favorite dinosaur expert.”