MY SON LET ME MEET MY GRANDCHILD FOR THE FIRST TIME—HE HASN’T SPOKEN TO ME IN 17 YEARS
When the knock came, I didn’t move at first. I was in the kitchen, scrubbing the same coffee cup I’d already washed three times. Not because it was dirty, but because my hands needed something to do—anything to keep my mind from drifting into the quiet spaces of the house where the past liked to…
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