The Hidden Lines of the Family Land We Shared

I looked back toward the main road, where the empty gate stood open to the morning light.

“Arthur’s truck is gone from the driveway,” my mother said, her voice dropping even lower.

“He left before the sun was up.”

“I know,” I said, keeping my words brief and quiet.

“He had a lot of boxes to load into the trailer.”

“Do you think he will like the town?” she continue reading …