My Son Walked Across the Graduation Stage Wearing a Bright Red Dress While Hundreds of People Laughed. I Was the Only Person in the Auditorium Who Knew Why.

I was afraid Caleb would never come back through the door.

I was afraid I would fail both of my children: the one who died and the one who had to live with the dying.

What I was not afraid of, after the locket opened, was the dress.

The dress was never the risk.

Forgetting was the risk.

Julian would not allow it.