My Tracker Disappeared Until My Dad Called And Told Me To Run

need me watching.”

I turned it over in my hands. The silver was bright. The clasp was smooth.

“I want to wear it,” I said. “Not because I need it. Because someone who loves me built it.”

I clasped it around my wrist. The weight was familiar. It felt like something I had always carried and had briefly set down.

On a Wednesday in late autumn, I met a woman continue reading …