The First Uniform He Ever Wore

I looked down at Adam.

Tiny fingers curled like he was holding onto something invisible.

And I made a decision right there that I didn’t even know I was making until years later.

I refused to believe “always” meant what the doctor thought it meant.

The doctor slid a paper toward me.

“Long-term care options should be considered early.”

I signed.

Not because I agreed.

Because I needed to leave the room before I broke in half.

My boyfriend didn’t come home with us.