saw David today.”
My mother’s hand tightened around the doorframe.
Just slightly.
But I saw it.
“He’s in a shelter,” I said. “Collecting cans on Henderson Avenue.”
She looked away.
“That’s very sad.”
“Sad?” My voice cracked. “Mom, he said I should ask my family what happened.”
Her expression closed like a curtain.
“David always had a talent for making himself continue reading …
