But maybe there had never been anything wrong with my son.
Maybe people had simply failed to look closely enough.
Celeste told me she’d better get back before Tobin noticed she’d disappeared.
Before hanging up, I thanked her.
She immediately corrected me.
“You don’t have to thank me. We’re the ones who owe him.”
After the call, I sat alone at my kitchen table.
I thought about every time I’d worried Tobin wasn’t making an impression on the world.
All along, he had been leaving one.
He just wasn’t doing it loudly.
At eleven forty-seven, a car pulled into the driveway.
I went to the window.
Tobin climbed out with his jacket hanging over one arm and his tie loose around his neck.
