MY FRIEND & I BET ON WHICH OF US WOULD LIVE LONGER — YEARS LATER, HE INVITED ME TO A REUNION BUT NEVER SHOWED UP.
I unfolded the note, hands slightly trembling. Jake’s handwriting was the same—sharp, a little rushed, like he had a million thoughts racing ahead of his pen. Paul, If you’re reading this, it means I chickened out. Or maybe I just ran out of time. Either way, I’m sorry. I never should have let something as…