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

Mrs. Dilmore made it feel like a puzzle with a satisfying answer waiting at the end, and he had a theory, which he shared with me more than once at the kitchen table, that most things in life were like that if you paid close enough attention.

I had not been paying close enough attention to anything since the lake.

I answered.

“Meryl.” Mrs. Dilmore’s continue reading …