He sat with his wife’s photo, waiting for a son who had already boarded without him

bad dream. Only when we reached the bus station did I finally exhale.

“Where are we going?” Grandpa asked gently, his eyes cloudy.

I took out my phone and scrolled through my messages. I found the contact I had saved weeks ago, the one I never thought I would actually use. June Harmon. My grandfather’s younger sister.

She was the only person in our family continue reading …