number 207-9-4521. Ryan opened it carefully, like it was precious.
September 23rd, 2017. He said, “You were 11. I took you to Riverside Park. You loved the swings. I sat on a bench, answered work emails, looked up five minutes later. You were gone.” He showed me a photo. Me at 10, blue bike, huge smile, him beside me. I didn’t remember.
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