You Don’t Get Us Back, Mom
He smiled all the time.
When Dad was happy, I was happy.
By the third month, Dad had become the top-ranked photographer in Dalecrest. His work was everywhere.
But none of it carried his real name. Every photograph bore the same signature: Horizon.
When I asked him why, he said, "Without your mom, I feel free. Like I can finally see the horizon."
I thought about it for a long time, then I understood.
The horizon meant a brighter future was waiting, and Dad was finally free to reach it.