The Tuxedo Goodbye: A Father’s Last Dance Before the Monitor Went Silent

else’s nightmare.

I’m still in the tuxedo.

Still wearing the suit I bought for a day that never arrived, like the universe has a sick sense of humor and decided to dress me up for the wrong kind of goodbye.

Outside, the air is hot and thick. August wraps around my neck like a damp towel. The parking lot lights hum, and insects fling themselves into the continue reading …