My Son Brought

his hand.

“I can just drop these off,” he said quietly. “I don’t have to stay long.”

My mother smiled at him.

That smile was worse than a frown.

“Oh, sweetheart, that’s kind of you, but we already did the gift exchange for the kids earlier. It would be awkward now.”

The kids.

Caleb was sixteen, yes. Tall enough to pass for older. Old enough to drive with continue reading …