A Suitcase of Promises: How I Sold My Father’s Hope for Peace

” I said carefully, “part of him knew. And he still loved me.”

My son let out a short laugh with no humor. “That makes it worse.”

My wife finally spoke. Her voice was flat. “Can we not turn this into a family trauma night?”

I looked at her, and I understood something I hadn’t before.

She wasn’t heartless.

She was terrified.

Terrified of what happens to a continue reading …