He Changed the Locks on My Parents’ Anniversary Gift

the old coffee tin where they kept spare batteries and rubber bands because people their age keep things like that forever.

Claire appeared at the garage door then.

Her mascara had started to go at one corner.

“I didn’t know about this part,” she said.

Mom didn’t answer.

Neither did Dad.

That was worse than yelling, and Claire knew it.

She looked at me. “Did continue reading …