I buried my son ten years ago – when I saw my new neighbors’ boy, I was certain he looked exactly like mine would have if he were still alive today.

you.” His voice cracked. “If I’d told you he might survive, and then he died anyway…”

“So you erased him instead.”

“I couldn’t bear to watch you lose him twice.”

Carl didn’t answer.

I stood up slowly.

“The boy next door,” I said.

Carl nodded. “He must be our son. It’s the only explanation that makes sense.”

“Then we’re going over there,” I said. “Right now.continue reading …