Chapter 12
Wes, 2013
“Wes, who is Drew?” Jessica held up an envelope, an old cigar box in her lap.
She was cleaning out the spare room to convert to an office. After working at a major accounting firm for a few years, Jessica decided to branch off on her own. She needed a working space for her business, and the spare room fit the bill. Over the years, we’d used the room to store miscellaneous pieces of furniture and other junk we didn’t need or use. My bad habit of never letting anything go rubbed off on Jessica. Having to leave my belongings behind with each move as a kid left a lasting impression.
My heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach when I recognized the box and recalled the contents. My tome to Drew. “A friend from a long time ago.”
“You’ve never mentioned him before. What
