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

“Can I go?”

“Of course.”

He ran ahead.

Not far.

Just enough to catch up.

At the school entrance, he turned around.

For a moment, I saw the little boy outside Frank’s house again.

Holding his blue spaceship.