The Morning After My Son’s Funeral, an Airport Worker Called and Said, “Your Son Checked In”

in my mind and stayed snagged.

She had said I didn’t know he recorded that.

Not what is that. Not who is that. Not that isn’t me.

She had gone straight past denial and landed on the only thing that actually mattered to her, which was the existence of the recording itself.

A liar who is genuinely surprised asks a question first. A liar who is caught skips continue reading …