My Grandson Called Me From the Police Station in Fear Until One Word Changed Everything

twelve months in photographs. Dinners, a walk in Central Park, the three of us at Ethan’s soccer semifinal, Rob and Elena at a small gathering, a photograph of the three of us on my sofa that someone had taken without announcing it and that had caught us all mid-sentence, unposed and entirely ourselves.

Rob had written something under that last photograph,continue reading …