My Father’s Midnight Call Saved Us—But I Wish I’d Never Looked Out the Window

was something younger children did, but he held it tonight, and I let him, because some gestures are not about age but about the need to confirm that the person beside you is real and solid and not going anywhere.

“Dad?” he said, looking up. “Are we safe now?”

I thought about the question with the honesty it deserved. I thought about the man in the baseball continue reading …