The Letter With No Return Address
It was a plain envelope.
No return address. No explanation. Just my name and my home.
Inside was one page, written in shaky handwriting I recognized instantly.
“Ethan, I am so sorry. The truth is finally out. Please let us explain.”
—Mom
I sat on the couch for a long time staring at it.
Rusty rested his head on my knee like he could feel something old waking up.
I didn’t know what had changed.
I only knew something had cracked.
The Voicemail That Didn’t Sound Like Him
Two weeks later, my phone buzzed with an unfamiliar number.
