Chapter 18ClutterTommyThe sun was shining, and the sky was a pure blue. It looked like a photo of some sky you’d slap on a postcard, that’s how amazing it was. Like every Saturday morning, Reese had sent me to get the mail. To my surprise, there was a letter in that black tin box addressed to me. I ripped it open.
My mom’s loopy handwriting jumped out at me. Only my mom would still write letters, I thought, tearing up and smiling at the same time.
Dear Tommy,
I know you and Izzy are safe with Holden. I would trust him with my life and more. But things in Summertime aren’t right. Believe me. And please listen to the universe. It tries to tell you things. We are here for a purpose. And things happen for a reason. I know it. I have gotten so lost, baby. I want to find my way back to you. I
