The Weight of Love

Part 1: The Silence in the Cab

The silence in the car was louder than the engine of my 2005 Ford F-150.

My name is Frank. I’m 52 years old, but the mirror shows a man who looks 70. My hands are permanently stained black with engine oil, the kind of grime that doesn’t wash off no matter how much Lava soap you use. The lines in my palms continue reading …