My Parents Saw My Son And Knew

Never Saw

Noah was in the kitchen talking softly to himself while he colored. Planets. He always drew planets first. Saturn if he had orange, Mars if he didn’t. Every now and then I heard the scrape of a chair leg. The ordinary sound of a child waiting while adults cracked open old bones in the next room.

Dad asked, “Why didn’t you go to the police somewhere continue reading …