I Went to Apologize to My Ex-Wife on Christmas Eve. Then a Seven-Year-Old Boy Opened a Door I Thought Was Closed Forever
She paused.
Then she nodded toward the living room.
“You can ask him.”
Mason had spread a plastic city across the rug, two towers linked by a precarious span.
When I lowered myself beside him, he watched with the serious curiosity children reserve for adults who might actually be useful.
“Do you know bridges?” he asked.
“A little.
I worked with supply routes.