PART 3 I stared at the hospital bracelet in the lunchbox until the letters of my own name blurred. – Page 24

Avery.

But kindness without boundaries can become a cage.

I had to learn both.

I hope you do too.

Mom

For a long time, neither of us spoke.

Then Walter reached into the lunchbox again and pulled out a key.

“This is the other reason I came.”

I wiped my face.

“What is that?”

“A storage unit. Your mother kept things there. Papers. Photos. Some boxes.”

“I didn’t continue reading …