been here three summers?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
His expression changed again.
This time there was something heavier underneath it.
Then he reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out an envelope.
It was folded and worn around the edges, as though he had been carrying it for days.
My name was written across the front.
Sarah.
“I was actually going to give this to Ellie,” he said.
I looked at him.
“To give to me?”
“I’ve been carrying it for about a week.”
He looked embarrassed.
“I kept trying to figure
