For the first time that evening, I laughed.
Then Martin looked at me seriously.
“He loved you. That part was never in doubt.”
I looked at Caleb.
“Then why didn’t you tell me?”
He lowered his eyes.
“I thought you’d worry.”
“I would have.”
He looked surprised.
I continued.
“But I would’ve worried with you.”
He didn’t answer.
Because there was nothing left to say.
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The missing package finally made sense.
Caleb had paid to have the repaired shoes shipped to our old apartment.Compare Shoes
But we’d moved before they arrived.
The package became undeliverable.
Years passed.
The local warehouse eventually closed, and its forgotten inventory was transferred several times until it ended up in the very warehouse liquidation box we’d purchased for fun.
Fifteen years later, the shoes finally found their way home.
Caleb looked at them.
“I thought they were gone forever.”Browse Reference
