“I saw him again, Mom,” I said, breathless from my uphill dash. “I swear. Look! He gave …”
“Of course you did, Milton,” my mother interrupted, but her eye roll revealed her true feelings.
“You don’t believe me,” I whined. “You never do. Just forget it!”
Furious, I stomped outside to the rickety deck. Her resentment over Dad’s disappearance last year had found a fresh target, me. I unfolded the note and read it again.
“Tell your mother I’m sorry. I love you. – Dad.”
I released it into the wind and watched the truth float to the dense forest below.