My Son Brought

If I mess up, you don’t have to make me feel better about it.”

His mouth trembled.

“I don’t want you to lose your family because of me.”

I put my hands on his shoulders.

“Any family I can lose by protecting you was never safe for us.”

He cried again then.

And this time, I did too.

The next day, December 26, dawned bright and bitterly cold.

The roads had been continue reading …