« Mrs. Harris, I’m sorry. I should’ve told you before today. I just… I couldn’t. »
He unfolded the paper.
« It says, ‘Theo, if you’re reading this because I died, first of all, that’s embarrassing for me.' »
A ripple of laughter passed through the room.
Real laughter.
Painful, but real.
That sounded exactly like Jack.
Theo kept reading.
« ‘Second, you promised. Red dress. Don’t chicken out just because my relatives are judgmental.' »
Daniel made a sound beside me that was half sob, half laugh.
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