MY FRIEND & I BET ON WHICH OF US WOULD LIVE LONGER — YEARS LATER, HE INVITED ME TO A REUNION BUT NEVER SHOWED UP.
I opened the note, my hands trembling slightly. Jake’s handwriting was familiar—sharp and a bit hurried, as if his mind was racing faster than his pen. Paul, If you’re reading this, it means I backed out. Or maybe time simply ran out for me. Either way, I’m sorry. I should never have let something as…