I Was Holding My Son’s T-Shirt When His Teacher Called And Said He Had Left Something Behind

from other moments, and who doesn’t look away from it.

She didn’t ask any more questions. She handed me my keys.

At the first red light on the way to the school, I looked at the small wooden bird hanging from my rearview mirror. Owen had made it in shop class for Mother’s Day the previous spring, about four months before everything fell apart. The wings continue reading …