My Son-in-Law Saw Who I Copied on the Email

her suitcase and pulled out the rubber-banded stack of envelopes.

“They were returned to me after he died. Unopened.”

Caleb looked at them like they were snakes.

“You’re lying.”

“I wish I were.”

He turned away.

Diane did not move closer. She didn’t hug him. Didn’t beg. Didn’t do the mother thing men like Caleb count on when they’ve burned every bridge and continue reading …