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

promise.

I thought of Emily holding my blanket by two fingers.

“Yes,” I said. “Read it.”

Ethan peeled the tape back carefully, as if his father might come bark at him for tearing it.

Inside was one sheet from a legal pad.

Robert’s handwriting leaned harder at the end than it used to.

To my grandbaby,

If you’re reading this, somebody in this house had the continue reading …