A Flight Delay Stranded Me at the Airport, Where I Found the Ex Who Vanished Six Years Ago Asleep With Two Boys Who Had My Eyes
I read the single page alone, at my desk, with the door of my office closed.
And I sat there in silence for ten minutes, and then I got up and locked the door, and I wept, the kind that takes your whole body — for the first time since my father’s funeral.
I did not cry over the numbers on the page.
The numbers only confirmed what the notch in Mason’s eyebrow had already told me at the window.
I cried for the things the numbers stood in for.
Five birthdays I had not been at.
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