A Son's Death: Nothing More Between Us
My son is dead. He dies in a cramped toilet cubicle after having his skull smashed in.
My husband, the school principal, arrives on the scene. The first thing he does is carry his true love's son, the one who killed my son, into an ambulance. They hurriedly leave.
Before his death, my son tells me, "Don't cry, Mom. I'm not sad that Dad doesn't believe me. It's enough that you do…"
I call Joshua Tucker during my son's funeral. He roars angrily, "Kenny had to get two stitches on his arm because of your son! If you keep pestering me like this, I'll beat him up when I get home!"
My son?
I look at the gaping hole in my son's head, the one that won't ever bleed anymore. I shut my eyes.
Yes, he's my son.
My son is dead, Joshua. From now on, there's nothing between us.
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