The washing machine hit the spin cycle and rattled so hard the jars on the shelf above it shook.
I didn’t know it then, but the laundry was the smallest thing that had been hidden in my house.
Part 2: All Good, Dad
I made him grilled cheese at 12:15 in the morning, and he ate two of them standing up.
Then, piece by piece, I got the story.
Colleen, her mother, her brother Curtis, and Curtis’s wife and kids had left for Destin on Monday afternoon, about three hours after I drove north to Tulsa. An “adults and cousins” trip, Colleen had called it. Mason wasn’t invited. I’d been told he didn’t want to go, that he’d rather stay home with his video games, and that Gloria would sleep over every night.
Gloria had worked for us for eleven years. She’d held Mason the day we brought him home from the hospital. I’d agreed to the plan over the phone without calling her myself.
