Doesn’t even miss us.

I won’t dwell on the six days themselves, because my son lived them and does not need them narrated for anyone’s benefit.

But you should know the shape of it.

When the fresh food was gone, he made do — instant noodles, crackers, whatever he could reach by dragging a kitchen chair to the pantry.

When even that ran low, he had a few dollars and a lot of quiet.

He called Declan twice.