tightly it bent.
Before I could knock, the door opened.
She looked at me, then at the Polaroid in my hand.
A little boy stood in the hallway clutching a toy dinosaur.
“Grandpa?” he called behind him.
My knees nearly gave out.
Then a woman hurried in and pulled him back. “Mason, come here.”
She looked at me, then at the Polaroid in my hand.
“Oh God,” she said.
I stepped inside before she could stop me.
“My son,” I whispered. “That is my son.”
She stared at the picture
