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

I stood up and he walked straight into my arms, resting his head on my shoulder like he used to do when he was small.

“I saved her,” he whispered against my shoulder. “I don’t know if I should have, but I did.”

I held him tighter. “You did the right thing.”

“Did I?” He pulled back to look at me, and I saw confusion and pain and something else in his continue reading …