He stared at me.
“That correction is exactly why you can’t live alone.”
“I slipped.”
“And you couldn’t reach your phone. The doctor said that next time, you could be there overnight.”
***
At 73, I knew Jackson was right. He wanted me to sell the house and move in with him.
I agreed on one condition.
“Nothing gets thrown away without my permission.”
“Fine. You still have receipts from 1989.”
“Paper remembers better than people.”
Jackson picked up a box. “Where do we start?”
“Shaun’s room.”
Shaun had been six when he vanished. His cars and blue blanket remained untouched.
I picked up the silver watch beside his lamp and wound it.
Jackson watched me”It loses four minutes a day.”
