My Son Brought

Eve.

Finally, Caleb said, “Can we go home?”

I gripped the steering wheel so hard my fingers ached.

“Yes,” I said. “We can go home.”

He nodded once.

Then he whispered, “I don’t want to try anymore.”

And there, in the dim blue light of the dashboard, with my parents’ house shrinking in the rearview mirror, I realized my son had just done what I should have continue reading …