I kept walking until I reached the back corner, and that was where the last part of it was waiting. One sleeping space stood empty. The blanket was folded more neatly. A small lamp hung over it.
On the shelf above it was a framed photo, but not of a dog. My mother.
She was smiling the way she did in the kitchen, chin tipped down, flour on one cheek. I stared at that picture until my eyes blurred.
On the shelf above it was a framed photo, but not of a dog.
“Dad…”
He came up beside me. “After your mom passed away, the house got too quiet, Pete.”
That was it. And every year, I told myself Dad was simply used to being alone, collapsed like rotten wood.
The older officer wiped both eyes and stepped back outside. Mrs. Donnelly lowered her phone all the way. Mrs. Perez whispered something under her breath. Grayson didn’t say a word.
I turned to Dad. “You stayed up with them? All these years?”
“After your mom passed away, the house got too quiet.”
