My Son Brought

Because I had never heard him say it all out loud.

Snow creaked under my father’s shoes as he shifted his weight.

“You’ve been keeping score, then?”

There it was.

The old defense.

As if remembering pain is pettiness.

Caleb shook his head.

“No. I’ve been trying not to.”

My father had no answer for that.

So he turned to me.

“This is what you’ve done. You’ve filled continue reading …