My husband and I bought a box of unclaimed packages expecting cheap gadgets and a few laughs. But the last parcel had Caleb’s full name and the address of our first apartment on it. It had been sent 15 years earlier, and one look at the label made my husband beg me not to open it or touch it.
By the time we reached the bottom of the box, Caleb had claimed a mug that said WORLD’S OKAYEST DENTIST despite having absolutely no connection to dentistry.
