2 septembre 2026

The morning after my son

I already felt sick.

He froze.

Then he stared at the floor and twisted his backpack straps around his hands.

« There was a boy behind the supermarket. »

I thought I had misheard him.

« Behind the supermarket? »

He nodded.

« He was sitting by the dumpsters. He said it was his birthday, but his dad never came. He asked if I knew how to play catch. »

I already felt sick.

I said, « And you gave him the glove? »

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