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

explaining where her child had gone.

“I gave him up to the shelter,” she said flatly, exhaling smoke toward the stained ceiling.

The room seemed to tilt sideways. “What shelter? What are you talking about?”

My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. This couldn’t be real. This had to be some kind of sick joke or misunderstanding.

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