The sudden silence of clacking keyboards jolted me out of my nap. I peered over at the bottom left corner of my screen, “2:42PM.” The work-day wasn’t over for another two hours at least, but everyone had stopped typing. Instead, their attention had turned to another screen, the big TV that overlooked the entire cubicle area was flipped to Channel 7. Instead of the usual midday news of petty theft ...

I have never been more excited to visit a post office, except when I was actually receiving mail. Instead, I was there to drop off the last of Carter’s belongings, shipping them across country to his family. As I stood in line waiting for the next attendant, a pamphlet caught my eye from across the room. In a bold yellow font, the title of it read “LOST YOUR PACKAGE? WE’RE HERE TO HELP.” Although ...