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

to anything since the lake.

I answered.

“Meryl.” Mrs. Dilmore’s voice was careful in the way voices get when the person speaking has been rehearsing how to say something difficult. “I’m so sorry to call like this. I found something in my desk drawer today — and I think you need to come to the school.”

The room seemed to contract around me. Owen’s sneakers continue reading …