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

a job site in Smyrna where he was working under a name that was not his.

They arrested Tara that afternoon, in my driveway, as she was coming back from the grocery store with a bag of the pears I like.

I was standing at the kitchen window. I did not go outside.

She saw me through the glass while Hollis was reading her rights, and she looked at me with continue reading …