MY SON SPENT HIS LUNCH MONEY ON A LITTLE GIRL’S BIRTHDAY DRESS. THE NEXT MORNING, SOMEONE LEFT FIFTY LUNCHBOXES ON OUR LAWN — AND ONE OF THEM CONTAINED A LETTER THAT HAD BEEN WAITING NINE YEARS TO BE READ.

Our entire front lawn was covered with lunchboxes.

There were dinosaur lunchboxes, pink ones, superhero ones, metal ones, plastic ones, old ones with cracked handles and brand-new ones still carrying store stickers.

At least fifty.

They stretched from our porch almost to the sidewalk.

Noah stared at them.