PART 3   I stared at the hospital bracelet in the lunchbox until the letters of my own name blurred.

with his rough hands folded, waiting beneath the weight of what he had not done.

When I finished the letter, there was one final paragraph.

If Walter gives you this, please know I asked him to keep quiet because I wanted your life to belong to you, not to our mistakes. But if the truth finds you anyway, don’t let it make you cruel.

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