It happened on a Tuesday in April — one of those confusing in-between days, too warm for spring but too cold for comfort. My son Caleb came home from his best friend Louis’s funeral, and for the first time in his twelve years, he didn’t make a sound. No backpack hitting the floor, no muttered “I’m starving,” no game controller clicks from the living room. He walked straight to his room and closed the door softly, as if noise itself could break him….CONTINUE READING IN BELOW
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