I opened the box before he reached his car.
Just a flash drive.
There was no money inside.
No letter.
Just a flash drive.
I stood there long after the lawyer drove away, holding proof of a promise I had forgotten Owen ever made.
Twenty-six years after I gave him my last ten dollars, he had finally found me.
No letter.
I just didn’t know whether he had sent me a gift, an apology, or a warning.
I carried the flash drive into the study with both hands wrapped around it. I sat at the computer and pushed the drive into the port.
Two items appeared on the screen. A text document and a folder.
“Bestest photos of 1999 my luv”
My hand froze on the mouse.
I leaned closer.
“No.”
I leaned closer.
Daniel had named everything like that.
When we first got the computer, I used to complain that I could never find anything because he refused to name folders properly.
