“Hey, you missed the turn.” I said.
“What? No I didn’t.” my brother replied.
“Yes, you did. That was South Road. The house is up there.” I answered.
“Mom and Dad don’t live there anymore. Grandpa sold the farm and they moved in a hurry.” he stated.
“When?” I asked.
“Months ago. Didn’t anyone tell you?” he responded.
“No. Nobody. No letter, postcard, phone call, nothing. You know I was deployed overseas the past six months. A note about this would have been nice.” I said.
“They probably didn’t want to bother you with it.” he mumbled.
“Great. Just great. Grandpa sells the farm and retires. Mom and Dad move to a new house. I find out on the drive home from the airport for a holiday visit that it’s all changed. I don’t even have their new address. My letters must still be getting forwarded.” I grumbled.
Someone’s left you a voicemail message, but all you can make out are the last words: “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you months ago. Bye.” Who is it from, and what is this about?