A Late-Night Text, A Red Convertible, And A Question That Changed Everything

bone structure but a softer mouth and kinder eyes.

“Stacy,” he said, extending a hand. “I’m Robert. Your uncle. I don’t know if you remember me.”

“Bits and pieces,” I said. “A Lego set at Christmas. A goldfish funeral where you gave the eulogy.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, that sounds right.”

We sat across from each other, my modern glass desk between us like continue reading …