Part 1: The Morning My Son Begged Me Not to Go

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I carried Johnny out without another word. His arms were locked around my neck, his small body still trembling. I didn’t put him down until we were in the car and the doors were locked.

On the drive home, he didn’t speak. He just held my hand, squeezing it every few seconds as if to make sure I was still there.

That night, after his bath continue reading …