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

set down his pencil and looked at me directly.

“Aunt Monica,” he said, his voice still quiet but stronger than before, “can I ask you something?”

“Of course, sweetheart. Anything.”

He took a breath, and I could see him working up his courage. “Why did you come get me? From the shelter?”

The question hit me like a physical blow. How do you explain to a continue reading …