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

between the tile and the subfloor, was a small gift box with a piece of tape across the lid.

Charlie lifted it out and set it on the table.

We opened it together.

Inside, wrapped in a piece of cloth that I recognized as cut from an old flannel shirt Owen had loved in middle school, was a wooden sculpture. Three figures: a man and a woman standing close continue reading …