“Look, he’s right there…” she whispered, staring out the kitchen window.
A trauma no parent should ever experience. One minute their boy was in the backyard jumping on a trampoline. The next…
He wanted to sell the house years ago, to move on. It would be therapeutic, he argued. She wouldn’t listen. His spirit was here.
“You can see him too, can’t you?” she asked, her gaze never leaving the backyard.
He stood next to her, their arms intertwined. It had been nearly ten years but seemed just like yesterday. The pain was still that fresh.
“I can,” he lied.
The Weekday One Hundred 