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.

hair. “Can you forgive me?”

“I don’t know, Carl.”

“You kept this from me all these years because you couldn’t face telling me.”

That evening, there was a knock at the door.

I opened it, and Tyler was standing there, fidgeting with the hem of his jacket. He looked young and uncertain and exactly like someone who had just had the ground shift under him.