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

wet now, but only one tear made it loose. It stopped halfway down and clung there, making him look younger than I wanted.

“I had no idea,” he said.

“I know.”

“Dad did all this?”

“We did. But it was his idea.”

He picked up the note taped shut.

My breath caught, just a little. I hadn’t opened that one. Robert told me not to unless the child never came. Then,continue reading …