you bounce back from. I didn’t tell you because I wanted you to hold onto hope. I needed you to believe there was a life waiting for you.
My throat tightened.
He continued:
Linda will tell you I was buried. She’ll say it like she’s closing a door. Let her.
I’m not in the cemetery because I didn’t want her controlling what happened after I was gone. She has a way of rewriting stories, Eli. You know that.
I swallowed, hard.
Then the next lines hit me like
