Later that day, after the sandwiches were eaten and Noah got tired of playing with Eleven, I walked him back home. His house wasn’t more than thirteen steps from mine, and he always insisted he could go alone, but I felt better, walking him back myself. You never knew with people these days. Especially ones who drove obnoxious pickup trucks. Plus, walking him home meant seeing his mom. He unlocked the door with the key he carried and headed inside, immediately shouting that he’d see me later as he ran to his room while I found Ray in the kitchen. She sat at the table, holding one of my letters
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