I Found a Little Boy’s Photograph Taped Beneath Our Bed—Then One Word in My Husband’s Hidden Letters Changed Everything
We need to talk together.”
PART 7 — The Empty Place in the Drawing
Christopher arrived later that afternoon, after the drive southwest.
I heard the car before he knocked.
Timothy looked toward the window and jumped up with the dinosaur in his hand.
“Uncle Christopher!”
The excitement in his voice was unguarded.
It belonged to a relationship he trusted, not to the conflict the adults had brought into the house.