My Parents Told Us To Get Lost In The Snow Until My Phone Started Ringing

where I still worked late sometimes when the work required it.

I had won the silver book at fourteen for an essay on the philosophy of second chances. I had not known then what I was writing about. I knew now.

The blizzard had not ended my life. The deadbolt clicking into place had not been the final period on a sentence I wasn’t allowed to finish. They continue reading …