My Son Brought

a closed pharmacy and put the car in park.

Then I turned to my son.

“Caleb, look at me.”

He did.

The streetlight outside cut across his face, half shadow, half gold.

“I am sorry,” I said.

His mouth tightened.

“Mom—”

“No. Please let me say this.” My voice shook. “I am sorry I kept asking you to try with people who kept hurting you. I am sorry I called it family continue reading …