My Son Brought

” I said.

Then I followed my son.

When I got into the car, Caleb did not look at me.

I wanted to say I was sorry.

I wanted to say I should have known.

I wanted to say I would fix it.

But every sentence felt too small.

So I drove.

We made it three blocks before my phone began buzzing.

Mom.

Then Ashley.

Then Mom again.

Then Dad.

I turned the phone off and dropped continue reading …