My Son Was Declared Gone Until His Math Teacher Found An Envelope He Left For Me

being touched. The boy between the parents still reached out with both arms.

We sat at the same public park where we had first gone back. The morning was cool. A few early fishermen stood near the pier. The water moved quietly under a pale sky.

Charlie held my hand. “Do you ever think about what he’d be like now?”

“Every day.”

“Me too.”

“He’d probably be continue reading …