Noah gave a short laugh.
At a funeral.
I nudged him.
“Sorry,” he said. “It’s just… that’s him.”
Aaron studied the envelopes for another second before he almost smiled.
Aaron and Claire had both come over.
“Yeah. It is.”
The following Saturday, Noah opened the first envelope at our kitchen table.
Aaron and Claire had both come over.
Inside was an address and one sentence.
“Take Claire with you.”
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Claire stared at the address.
Then her mouth opened slightly.
Claire hadn’t been there in years.
“I know this place.”
It was a diner about twenty minutes away.
Claire hadn’t been there in years.
When we arrived, an older woman behind the counter looked at Claire and froze.
“Oh, my goodness.”
Claire frowned.
Claire started crying before she even knew why we were there.
“Ruth?”
Ruth came around the counter and hugged her.
