I Called Three Investigators to My Nephew’s Birthday Party

life had finally introduced itself properly.

When he could talk again, he said, “Mom told me what she said to you. The smug thing. Dad too.”

“Okay.”

“I’m sorry, Lau.”

I hadn’t been called that in years.

I didn’t rescue him from the rest of it. Didn’t say it’s okay. Wasn’t okay.

I just listened to him breathe.

Before Anyone Could Pretend

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