My Parents Saw My Son And Knew

Nothing came out.

Mom made a small sound, low in her throat, the kind people make before they faint or throw up. She looked at Noah again, really looked at him this time. His dark hair. The shape of his eyes. That crooked little dent in his chin.

Mercer.

Our last name wasn’t Mercer.

But everybody in that town knew it.

Dad stepped back like I’d shoved him.continue reading …