He’s Gone… But What Broke Me Wasn’t Just That

going to jail?” she mumbled.

“I don’t know,” I said. “But she’s not going to hurt us again.”

Later, I found a photo tucked in Jason’s desk drawer—us, laughing on the beach, sunburned and happy. I held it to my chest.

“You knew she might do this,” I whispered.

In the quiet of that room, I could almost hear him reply:

“That’s why I made sure you’d be okay.continue reading …