It’s still yours.”

For the second time that day, I understood how much of my life Colton had described inaccurately.

And how badly I needed to learn what else he had hidden.

PART 5

That evening, while Theo slept, Frank told me why Harold recognized the lighter.

“Vietnam,” he said.

“I was nineteen.

Harold was a supply clerk assigned near our position, older than most of us and convinced he could turn anything into a business opportunity.”