My Son Called at Midnight About the Blanket His Wife Threw Away

That evening…

I settled into my favorite kitchen chair with the blanket resting across my lap.

My fingers slowly traced the tiny blue stars Robert had helped me choose before he passed away.

The house remained perfectly quiet.

Until my phone began vibrating.

Ethan.

The moment I answered…

I knew something had changed.

He wasn’t calling to defend his wife.

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