Daniel told her to stop.
Someone else asked about another note.
Claire read:
“Bills. The summer Dad worked every weekend so we could afford the lake trip. He was exhausted, but still taught us how to build a fire.”
I covered my mouth.
Across the room, Elliot finally looked at me.
His eyes were wet.
“Keep listening,” he whispered.
The box continued.
Crying.
A note about Daniel surprising Noah at school with birthday cupcakes.
Soccer.
A note about Daniel screaming louder than everyone when Elliot scored his first goal.
Everything
