“Grandpa said she would choose him.”
I sat down.
“Choose him over who?”
“Over us.”
“Why would he say that?”
Jake looked toward the window.
“Because of the letter.”
“What letter?”
“The one Grandma gave me.”
He reached beneath his blanket and touched the pocket of his hospital gown, then frowned.
“It’s gone.”
I leaned closer. “When did Grandma give you a letter?”
“Before Grandpa got mad. She came downstairs and hugged me. She put it in my jacket and said I should give it to you when nobody was looking.”
“What did it look like?”
“White envelope. Your name was on it.”
“Did anyone see her give it to you?”
He shook his head, then hesitated.
“Maybe Uncle Scott.”
My phone rang again.
This time the number was blocked.
A man spoke when I answered.
“Mr. Carter, this is Officer Melton. We found your son’s jacket near the Hale residence.”
