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

not to cry, she’s lying.

Ethan covered his eyes with one hand.

I looked at the sink because Robert had me dead to rights.

After a minute Ethan lowered his hand and stared at the note again.

“He knew us before we got here,” he said.

“He knew people,” I said.

That got another tiny laugh.

Then his face went serious.

“Mom, what do you want me to do?”

Want.

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