Noah opened it carefully.
Inside were four smaller envelopes.
Each had handwriting on the front.
Saturday One.
Saturday Two.
Saturday Three.
Saturday Four.
Claire blinked.
“I’ve never seen those.”
“Neither have I,” Aaron said.
Noah looked at Daniel.
“What’s in them?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
Daniel shook his head.
“Your instructions are to open one each Saturday. In order.”
Noah suddenly gave a short laugh.
At a funeral.
I nudged him.
“Sorry,” he said quickly. “It’s just… that’s him.”
Aaron studied the envelopes.
For the first time that afternoon, his expression softened.
“Yeah,” he said. “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.
Claire stared at the address.
