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

the car. I started the engine. The headlights cut two bright lines into the dark road ahead, and Jay reached for the radio and turned it to a station playing something loud and cheerful and completely inappropriate for the gravity of the evening, and I let him, because the sound of my son choosing music in a car that belonged to us, on a road that continue reading …