they didn’t just let it happen… they planned it…

on screen. When thunderstorms rolled over our roof, he would pad into my room, climb under my duvet, and press his feverish little forehead against my collarbone until the thunder faded.

There was no reality, no alternate universe, where my sweet child deserved pain.

I booked a seat on the first red-eye out of Sea-Tac. I spent the entire flight suspended continue reading …