Then Walter disappeared.
He missed a Red Lunchbox Fund meeting.
He didn’t answer his phone.
He wasn’t at the hospital.
Caleb became worried.
Two days later, a letter arrived at our house.
The return address was Walter’s.
Inside was a key.
And one sentence:
Caleb, there’s one last lunchbox I need you to open.
PART 8 — WALTER’S LAST LUNCHBOX
I called Walter immediately.
No answer.
I called again.
Nothing.
My heart was pounding.
Then Jenna came running over.
“Did you get one too?”
She held up an envelope.
Hers contained an address.
Bennett’s Grill.
The old restaurant.
Walter’s restaurant had been closed for more than a year.
We drove there.
Caleb sat silently in the backseat clutching the key.
When we arrived, Walter’s truck was parked outside.
“Walter?”
I nearly shouted his name as we unlocked the front door.
