But anyway.
Maybe you have the sun in your pockets.
Do you?
Oh and I won’t tell. About your juice drinking. I’m not a rat. Your secret is safe with me.
All right, then.
That’s all I had to say.
Salem
PS: Oh! I have a question. Where’d you get that silver chain? It’s so shiny and pretty. I’m not into jewelry at all. I’m more into riding my bicycle and maybe even a little bit of soccer (by the way, I know you’re a huge soccer player. Like, super huge. I’d absolutely die if you ever taught me. Maybe one day you can? I’m not the best player but I can learn!)
Okay, sorry. I totally went off track. What I wanted to say was that I absolutely love it! Your chain.
PPS: I don’t know why I started with ‘darling’ but it felt right. It felt like ‘dear’ is too ordinary for you and I don’t think you’re ordinary at all.
Salem,
I’m sorry it took me so long to get back to you.
Eight years.
That’s quite a long time, isn’t it?
But anyway, to answer your question: I don’t know if I carry the sun in my pockets. But if I do, then I’m really fucking glad.
Really fucking glad.
And I don’t think I ever thanked you for keeping my secret. The one with the juice and all the other secrets over the years.
So thank you.
For being my secret keeper.
To answer your other question: my dad gave me that chain. But I think you already know that.
He gave it to me because I scored the most goals in a game that believe it or not, I don’t even remember.
I’m actually sitting here, trying to think about it. Think about what game it was but for the life of me, I don’t remember. All I remember is that it was raining that day and I got to stay up late an extra hour that night because we’d won.
Find it inside the envelope. It’s yours now.
Yours,
Arrow
PS: I found these boxes in Miller’s office. I’m not sure if you’ll like the fact that I had a hand in her being fired. But you’ll just have to make your peace with it.
PPS: If you need anything, anything at all, I want you to tell my mom. I mean it, Salem. I want you to tell her and I’ll take care of it.
PPPS: By now I hope you know that you are the best soccer player I’ve ever seen.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
There’s a mailbox outside of Leah’s house.
