At Franklin Field, we searched for almost half an hour.
“Then maybe you should come.”
Aaron stared at him.
Finally, he took it.
At Franklin Field, we searched for almost half an hour.
A groundskeeper finally waved us toward the concession stand, where Mr. Vance had left an envelope in a sealed box months earlier.
Inside was a letter.
Aaron read it silently at first.
You asked me to come watch Ben play.
Then he sat down.
“What?” Claire asked.
He handed her the paper.
Mr. Vance had written:
Aaron,
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