The Morning After My Son’s Funeral An Airport Worker Called About The Bag He Left Behind

I gave her the benefit of the doubt.

I am, by nature, a patient observer. Thirty-one years of transcribing other people’s words at their worst will either make you cynical or careful. I chose careful. I told myself David was happy. I told myself my job was not to be his judge.

But over the following months, I watched Tara move into every corner of David’s continue reading …