Letters in the Attic (opens in new tab)

He puzzled over the old man’s odd behavior. Tossing the letters in the bin had, naturally enough, only served to pique his curiosity. t Pearson International, passports in hand, Egg and his mother boarded a plane bound for the Bluegrass State. On American soil, they collected their rented Toyota and headed northwest out of Lexington. This route ushered them through a parcel of the renowned horse country, home to multimillion-dollar operations that produced sleek thoroughbreds for racetracks a...