I looked at Elliot running across the field and Ben rolling his truck along the bleacher.

“On them.”

“Then don’t make the box a plan for getting him home.”

That evening, I asked Elliot what he would do if Daniel read everything and did not come back.

He pressed his thumb against the cardboard.

“I want him to know we remember.

That’s different.”

“What if he doesn’t give you an answer?”