The site was fenced while the land was stabilized.

The place that had held our sons’ secrets disappeared into gravel and fresh concrete.

Toby asked if he could go with me to see it from the safe side of the road.

We stood behind the barrier for a long time, watching trucks move equipment beneath the autumn-colored trees.

“I thought that tunnel made us important,” he said.

“Like we were the only ones willing to do something.”

“And now?”