They were ragged and water stained in spots—tearstained, I realized—and the folds were soft, as if someone had opened and refolded them many times. I opened them up, scanned each first line. Dear Mom and Dad, I’m so sorry that you’re reading this— Dear Shea, Please don’t be upset. This isn’t your fault— I folded both and handed them back to Lawson. I wasn’t going to read that. I wasn’t ever going to read that.
Oh my baby oh my baby oh my baby
