“It’s going to be thirteen years.”

“Yeah, but who cares? I know it’s hard on others, but I’m done.”

“I care. I found it.”

“What?”

“I found her papers. I was looking for some other papers. You know I just need some stuff. There it was in a box. It was the first time in my life I wanted to read the letter she wrote.”

“I don’t want to know what it says.”

“I know. She hurt us all. She was bad, but you should read the letter. It’s not as bad as I thought. It wasn’t even sad. Well, except the part about, “I’ve gotten bored.”

“I don’t want to hear it.”

“I know. It’s just…”

“Just what? It’s been twelve years.”

“The Will.”

“What Will?”

“The one she wrote. The one with all the papers. The one with her goodbye letter. It was just there.”

“How’d you get it? I didn’t even know there was one.”

“Well, there it was in a brown envelope. With all the other shit.”

“Who sent you the envelope?”

“I don’t know. It was sent twelve years ago. I’ve never opened it. I just kept it. I never wanted to read it, but today for some reason, I wanted to read it. I read it.”