He Left Our Son Dying for the Son Who Was Never His
I lunged for his sleeve, but he shook me off as if I were a stray dog.
"Enough!" he barked. "If Leo is 'gone,' then I guess I don't have to worry about the medical bills anymore, do I? See you tonight. Try to have dinner ready."
The door slammed shut. The sound echoed through the cavernous house, a finality that felt like a nail being driven into a coffin.
***
I attend Leo's funeral alone.There were no crowds, no flowers from Harry, no "warm and protective" father to say goodbye. Just a grieving mother and the cold wind.