said he was tired of.”
I unmuted the call.
“Daniel. Tell me what’s inside.”
Silence.
Then:
“A pacifier.”
“What?”
“A blue pacifier with a duck.”
He started listing the contents.
A yellow toy truck.
Grocery receipts.
Soccer schedules.
School forms.
Permission slips.
A child’s drawing of our family at the lake.
One of Ben’s tiny socks.
And notes.
Small handwritten notes attached to everything.
Then I heard Claire reading one aloud.
“Diapers. The first time Dad changed Ben alone and it went everywhere, and he laughed so hard he cried.”
