The Necklace That Returned With His Voice

chest tighten in ways I couldn’t explain. Smart. Shy. Kind eyes that held too much thinking. A little lost, but with something steady underneath. His essay ended with a quote that stopped me cold:

“Don’t let my story end with silence. There’s still more good to do.”

I called him immediately to ask where he’d heard that.

“Oh, it’s on a sticker someone continue reading …