Chapter 84 – Moving On
Kevin’s P.O.V I slowly peeled off the envelope addressed to me in my dad’s handwriting that was pasted to the red velvet box. I carefully placed the heavy box on the table and opened the envelope. I opened it to a flood of cursive writing all over the paper. I remember vividly how my dad would sit me and Casey down when we were younger to teach us how to write cursively. He was outraged the school stopped teaching cursive writing and decided to have a little session every day to teach us. I’ll never forget those nights with me and Casey giving each other dirty looks on how to escape those lessons. I smiled to myself as I shook my head at the memories. I focused back on the letter, reading every word with precision. ****** Dear Champ, If you’re reading this, it most lik
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