My Son Came Home With a Concussion and Whispered, “Grandpa Said Daddy Wouldn’t Come”—Then a Camera at 8:17 Exposed What My Family Was Hiding
The plastic clicks.
He examines it.
“It’s crooked.”
“We can fix it later.”
He looks up.
“Really?”
“Really.”
Then he rests the spaceship against the blanket and closes his eyes.
