The Chair He Bought, The Dog They Tried to Take, and the Choice

my chest hurt.

At 8:02 the next morning, my phone buzzed.

It wasn’t a call.

It was a text from my son.

Michael: What the hell is going on?

My stomach dropped.

Michael and I… we have a relationship the way some people have a cracked sidewalk: you can still walk on it, but you feel the break with every step.

We talk. We are polite. We avoid sharp topics.

We continue reading …