Thursday morning, 10 a.m.—my son should have been teaching. Instead, his voice cracked on “Dad”: “I got let go.” Marcus was thirty-six, a music teacher for nine years. His father-in-law had him…
Marcus called on a Thursday morning in April, ten o’clock, when he should have been teaching. His voice cracked on the word “Dad,” and something in my chest pulled tight. “I’m at Carrier Park. Can you come get us? ” Us. “Don’t move,” I said. “I’m already walking to the truck. ” I found him … Read more