rode him to my house. Twenty-two miles. He never once let go.
I got Caleb inside. I made him a peanut butter sandwich because that is the one thing I know how to make. He ate three bites. He kept looking at the door like the principal was going to walk through it any second.
I called Renee.
“Mom, you need to leave work. Right now.”
“Dad? What’s wrong? continue reading …
