For three decades, she had dreamed of her husband returning home.

In those old dreams, he would walk up the dirt drive wearing his denim work shirt, or sit at the kitchen table without explaining where he had been for so long.

She had imagined feeling intense anger, confusion, and overwhelming relief all at once, but she had never imagined finding his body dressed up in their son’s clothing.

“Oh, Thomas,” she whispered softly under her breath.

Hearing his name spoken out loud seemed to break the heavy tension among the crowd.