While Cleaning My Husband’s Car, I Accidenta…

and Owen’s forgotten jacket and a gas station receipt from a town I had never heard of, a town 40 minutes from Naperville.

And then, under the front passenger seat, tucked behind the seat rail in a thin leather case I had never seen before, my hand found something.

A phone.

Not his regular phone. He had that with him.

This was older, smaller, a model I continue reading …