My Parents Sent Me to Jail for Her
Language: en
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." "Do you know how many cities we've searched for you in? Your brother got into a car accident looking for you. He still has a limp!" "Why are you still so…