The Message From My Son That Forced An Impossible Choice – The Archivist

foreclosure. Connie left him. He moved into a cramped apartment.

I saw him once, months later, in the grocery store. We stared at each other across the aisles. He opened his mouth like he might say something. I gave him a small, polite nod and turned back to my cart.

He didn’t follow. When I left, his car was still in the lot, parked crookedly as always.continue reading …