He wrote that he had built his whole second life around a single idea: that being seen by one person had saved him, and that he owed the world the same in return.
He wrote that he had started a foundation, decades ago, that did exactly one thing — it found people who had become invisible, and it asked them their names, and then it helped them stand back up.
He had named it after the only two words that had ever pulled him back from the edge.
He called it What’s Your Name.
And at the bottom of the box were the documents Mr. Avery had come to deliver.
Samuel had left me the controlling share of his estate.
Enough to clear every medical bill Claire had, with more left over than I had ever imagined touching in one lifetime.
But the letter asked for one thing in return — not a condition, he was careful to write, just a hope.
