“Ready, Mom?”
I looked once across the auditorium.
Daniel was still standing near the back, watching the three boys talk together.
Then I turned away.
“Yes,” I said. “Let’s go home.”
In the morning, Daniel had demanded to know how I dared come there.
By evening, the answer was hanging in gold around my sons’ necks.
I had never come for him.
I had come for my children
