Andy sat in Scooter’s chair in the office for a long, long time, looking at the letter on the desk. He wasn’t sure he wanted to touch it, much less open it. There was no return address, but he knew that handwriting. It had gotten shakier over the years, but he’d know that swooping loop on the end of his name anywhere.
Scooter rapped on the doorframe, his normal, brilliant grin in place. “Hey, space cadet,” he said. “Earth to Andy.”
Andy glanced up and smiled. “Hey, honey.” He looked back at the letter, rubbing his hands on his jeans. “Why? After all this time?”
“What, why?” Scooter stepped into the tiny office, put a hand on Andy’s shoulder. “Something wrong?”
“I don’t know,” Andy said, leaning into Scooter’s touch. He nodded at the letter. “That’s from my mom.”
Scooter blinked. “I di
