Inside the envelope was a single sheet of lined, notebook paper, folded twice. The handwriting was neat in a slightly, uneven way. It seemed like the writer didn’t often put much effort into making things look pretty, but had tried anyway.
Taylor sat on the edge of her bunk and unfolded it.
Hi Taylor,
I guess this is the awkward part where I’m supposed to introduce myself without sounding like a serial killer or a motivational speaker.
My name is Adam Walls. I’m thirty-four, I live about an hour outside of Richmond, and I’m a mechanic. I work at a shop my uncle used to own before he retired and decided fishing was a better use of his time. He was right.
I signed up for this because my sister said I spend too much time at work and not enough time talking to actual human beings. Apparen
