I Traveled Across the Country to See My Son but He Told Me to Wait Outside Like a Stranger

at me with her father’s eyes, the same hazel, the same directness. “Are you staying for cake? We have cake.”

“Yes,” I said. “I think I am.”

On the drive back, Nick did not try to fill the silence or manage it or explain his way through it. He drove and let the quiet be what it was, which was not comfortable exactly but was honest, and honest was what continue reading …