After Five Years In Saudi Arabia I Came Home To Find My Wife And Son Hungry Behind The Mansion

wheel was missing.

“Can we fix it again?” he asked.

We sat at the kitchen table with glue and a tiny screwdriver from the junk drawer. Maya rolled dough nearby. The radio played low. Outside, cicadas buzzed in the dark.

Ethan watched me tighten the little screw.

“Dad?”

“Yeah?”

“When you were on the airplane coming home, did you know?”

“Know what?”

“That you continue reading …