During Robert’s Funeral, My Sons Stood By The Casket With Dry Eyes And Perfect Black Suits…

try to register it, we have them on a felony charge.”

“You want me to go?” Robert took my hand. “We need them to believe you’re still terrified.”

I pulled my hand away. “I am terrified.” “I know.” “I am furious.” “We need that, too.”

We didn’t sleep. Neither Robert nor I.

We sat in that cold room, listening to the city wake up. At 5:00 AM, a delivery truck continue reading …