A week later, I found a charred envelope in the mailbox, inside a note: “Meet me at the old market building Friday at 7 p.m. BRING CALEB.” Strange, but we went. Inside, the abandoned building was transformed—neighbors, teachers, kids, Louis’s family, lights, photos, and memorabilia. A banner read: For Louis — A Night to Remember. Caleb was speechless.
A month later, the polished granite headstone was placed at the cemetery. Caleb stood quietly, whispering, “We did it, Lou. You got your place.” He still misses Louis, but now with warmth. The burned shoebox was partially saved, framed next to a photo of the boys. Caleb says it reminds him that even when everything seems lost, love always finds its way back.
