Hannah Campbell — The Envelope After Thirteen Years

<strong>PART 4</strong>

On the drive home, neither boy talked about their scores.

Nathan held his medal between two fingers, turning it over as if examining the workmanship.

Zachary watched the darkening highway.

I remembered the year Brian left.

The twins were four, still young enough to believe that when somebody said “I’ll see you soon,” soon meant tomorrow.

Brian had packed his work clothes, a coffee maker, and a framed photograph from our wedding.

He left the photograph behind on the porch the next morning after seeing it in his car.