A red crayon rolled to my first-class seat on Christmas Eve, and the little boy chasing it had my green eyes. Three rows behind him, the woman I once planned to marry held a little girl who looked exactly like me. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked. She looked at me sadly and said, “I tried” , then she placed eleven unopened letters with my name on them in my hands.
As the cabin lights dimmed, I asked her everything I could think of. Luke’s favorite food. Violet’s first…
