My son had been back at kindergarten for just a week when he climbed into the car, fastened only partway into his seat, and said it as if it were ordinary.
“Mom, Ethan came to see me.”
Ethan had been gone for six months.
The chatter of the parking lot dimmed into a dull hum. I forced my face calm, my hands steady, my voice light.
“Oh, sweetheart,” I said. “You saw him today?”
“No,” Noah frowned. “He was here. At school.”
The word “here” hit me like a blow.
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