THE LETTER
TAYLOR
“What do you think is in those letters?”
Claire hadn’t shut up since we’d gotten in her car. Normally, I didn’t mind her chatter. I liked it even. It had helped while I’d been on the too-quiet side this past year, but tonight—with a headache forming and a feeling I already knew what lay ahead—she was too much for me. I rubbed at my temples.
“Okay.” Claire pulled her car over and leaned forward, craning her neck to see the park we told his roommate to meet us at. “We’re here. Do you see him?”
It was empty, but it was a small park in a good part of town. It was only a few blocks in length, and it was surrounded by homes. We were safe. I was sure of it. I shook my head. “I don’t, but he’ll come. He’ll bring the letters.”
“Good.” She glanced over and confessed, “Because
