slow.
“You’ve had it this whole time?”
“No. I lost it once.”
That got both their eyes on me.
“After the threat in Indiana, I mailed it to somebody.”
“Who?” Dad asked.
“You.”
His forehead folded.
“What?”
“The week after I left Ohio, before Noah was born, I made a copy on tape and mailed it here in a padded envelope with no return address. I wrote on the front:continue reading …
