shown you who they’ve become. Please don’t confront them. Don’t argue. Just follow what I’m about to tell you.
Go to the old blue Ford in storage unit B17. Open the trunk. Everything you need to know is there. Trust me one last time.
—Robert”
The blue Ford. I hadn’t seen it in years. A rusted 1998 sedan he’d refused to sell, insisting it was “sentimental junk.”
The next morning, alone, I drove to the storage facility. Unit B17 smelled of dust and oil. I lifted the tarp, found the
