My Father Knew Him the Second He Stepped Into Frame

on the floor. Stacks of notebooks. Glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling from when I was ten and convinced planets were the most honest things in the universe because they didn’t clap for anybody.

Tyler lowered himself into the desk chair.

“Mom’s crying,” he said.

“Okay.”

“Dad’s making calls.”

“Also okay.”

He rubbed his face.

“They’re saying you made us look continue reading …