My Parents Sent Me to Jail for Her

I was painting by the lake with my son when I ran into my parents for the first time in eight years.

My son, flying a kite, bumped right into my father.

When my father saw Leo's face, the ceramic piece fell from his hand.

"This child...he looks just like Skylar did."

I dropped my brush, stepped between them, and turned to leave.

“Skylar Wallace!" My mother was in front of me, blocking the path. " Eight years without a word."