My Son Brought

it into the cup holder.

Caleb watched the snow.

At the stoplight near the Methodist church, he spoke.

“Did they already know I wasn’t supposed to come?”

I closed my eyes for one second.

The light turned green.

“I don’t know,” I said. “But it doesn’t matter.”

“It does.”

He said it without accusation.

That made it worse.

I pulled into the empty parking lot of continue reading …