black, one red, the red one pinned with a note bearing Eric’s name.
Mr. Lawson felt something crackle in the lining. He cut the hand-stitched thread and pulled out a letter and documents. “Your father made me promise this would only reach you if you found the red suit and chose to wear it.”
Eric unfolded the letter. “Son — if you’re reading this, you wore the red one. I knew you would. And it means I can finally tell you the thing I was never brave enough to say while I was alive.”
Chapter 2: The Son Who Was Always Too Bright
I stood in that cemetery and watched my brother read a letter from our dead father, and by the end of it I understood a lifetime of things I’d gotten wrong about both of them.
Eric had always been the bright one. Not smartest — brightest. As a kid
