Almost two decades worth of baggage tucked neatly into a small cardboard box. No wonder he didn’t rush to open it. Even if it was meant to be a peace offering.
So, he left it there. In the middle of his kitchen table.
“Aren’t you curious?” his wife asked.
Steve knew what was inside. A World Series ring. A gaudy, diamond encrusted apology.
Fourteen years ago, he would’ve ripped that package apart and paraded the contents around for the entire neighborhood to see. But a lot had happened since then – most of which he’d like to forget.
“No,” he answered.
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