Where did you get that ring

the year Caleb was born.

I stood there until the taillights vanished.

Then I sat down on the cold metal bench beside my suitcase and folded my hands in my lap.

The suitcase was older than my children. Brown leather, cracked at the corners, with one brass latch that stuck unless you pressed it just right. Henry had bought it at a yard sale in 1974, two continue reading …