My Husband Locked Our Phones in His Toolbox Before Friday Dinner—Then My Son Collapsed After Three Bites

“Nothing.”

He knew anyway.

PART 60 — THE FRIDAY DINNER YEARS LATER

Years after Daniel, Noah came home on a Friday.

Older.

Taller.

Gray shirt replaced by a university sweatshirt.

I made pasta.

He stood beside the sink drying plates.

For one second, memory hit so sharply I could smell that old sauce again.