My Parents Called Me At 2 A.M. On Christmas Eve Screaming For $20,000 …

don’t have to open it, you know.”

“I know,” I said. “But I want to.”

I opened the envelope.

A single sheet of lined yellow paper was inside. Tanner’s handwriting was messy, just like it had been when we were kids.

Hey Josh,

Merry Christmas, I guess. Sucks in here. The food is garbage and it’s freezing. Look, I know you’re probably still mad. I get it. But continue reading …