Harper | Will

That changed on a Tuesday.

“Took you long enough, big brother.” Will Harper

The third letter arrived on a Sunday, slid under his apartment door while he was in the shower. No envelope this time. Just the paper, folded in half, lying on the gray carpet like a fallen leaf. That changed on a Tuesday

The letter arrived in a cream-colored envelope, no return address, postmarked from a town called Stillwater that Will had never heard of. Inside was a single sheet of heavy paper, the kind you might use for a wedding invitation, and on it, in handwritten script: folded in half