My Parents Saw My Son And Knew

the golden son of the county back then. Thirty-eight. State senate seat. Church every Sunday. Good hair, good teeth, handshakes like he was born doing them. His face had been on signs all over town. MERCER FOR OHIO. A man with a wife, two daughters, and a habit of making people feel chosen.

My father had adored him.

Not from a distance either. Dad chaired continue reading …