alive because he lets her control the train tracks.
Sometimes I look at him and see Jack.
Sometimes I see Daniel, a man I never knew.
Mostly, I simply see Ethan.
A five-year-old boy who should never have been forced to carry the weight of adult secrets.
For once in my life, I don’t have a detailed plan for what comes next.
And surprisingly, I’m okay with that.
I couldn’t give Jack back the brother he never got the chance to know.
I couldn’t undo the years they spent separated.
I couldn’t erase the fact that my husband kept something enormous from me because he was afraid I would sacrifice too much.
But maybe I could make sure one thing didn’t happen again.
Maybe Jack’s family didn’t have to be lost twice.