My thirteen-year-old son Owen drowned in a lake last month during a fishing trip with my husband

and I was staring at the screen like it was speaking a language I had forgotten how to read.

Mrs. Dilmore.

Owen’s math teacher. The woman my son talked about at dinner the way other thirteen-year-olds talked about their favorite athletes, with that particular lit-up enthusiasm he brought to the things that genuinely mattered to him. He loved math because continue reading …