Harp broke the seal, but seemed unable to pull out the letter.
Logan leaned over and carefully removed the paper from inside.
“Here, Dad,” he said, handing over the letter.
“I don’t know if I can,” Harp said.
Logan smiled at him. “I do.”
For several seconds, silence threatened to take over again. Then Harp looked down at the words in front of him, the words he had written as a child, and began to read aloud.
“Dear Tom…”