I Heard My Uncle in the Hall Before I Saw What He’d Brought

his coat straight, looked at me one last time, and said, “You’ll regret this.”

I looked at Caleb.

Then at the man who’d taught me what family looked like when it wasn’t a performance.

Then back at my father.

“No,” I said.

He left.

I haven’t heard his voice since.

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