Her social-media account no longer mentioned Michael.
When my son crossed the stage, he looked toward me first.
Not because a reserved card instructed him where to look.
Because he knew where I had always been.
After the ceremony, David approached.
He had gone gray at the temples.
“You did a good job,” he said.
It was the first time he had ever acknowledged my parenting without attaching himself to it.
“We both know who did most of it,” he added.
I studied his face.
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry it took