My Son Walked Into My New Home Before I Ever Gave Him the Address

what your father told me when we got home?”

He didn’t answer.

“He said, ‘Anything we build, Maggie, we protect it while we’re still alive.’”

My son swallowed.

“I am still alive.”

He looked at me a long time after that.

Then he nodded once. Not agreement. Not really. More like he’d run out of moves.

He opened the door and left.

I sat there with the rooster continue reading …