My First Love, a Marine, Vanished – Thirty Years Later, I Saw a Man with His Exact Eyes Waiting at Our Place by a Weeping Willow, and My Heart Stopped

out a small, broken laugh.

“Yeah.”

He picked up one of the envelopes.

“Do we have an address?”

“Several,” I said. “But some of them are old.”

“Then we start with the most recent one.”

“Do we have an address?”

***

An hour later, we were in the car. Jake was driving while I held the last letter Dolly had sent.

It was dated just a few months ago.

I kept rehearsing continue reading …