Recalling Jake
He began sharing stories about Jake with the fondness only a father could show—describing him as a good kid, quiet and reserved, but friendly. I remembered him vaguely, mostly as a quiet boy who played with the neighborhood kids back when my daughter was still here. My heart tightened at the strange feeling of reflecting on my daughter’s absence while talking about the past.
Recalling Jake
Concerning Jake
“Do you know how I can reach Jake?” I asked, surprised at how long it had been since I’d even thought about him. Maybe, just maybe, he could help fill in some of the blanks—solve the mystery of why my daughter’s things ended up with him. Mr. Thompson looked thoughtful for a moment, then offered, “I can call him for you,” sensing my desperate need to connect with someone who might know more than either of us.
Concerning Jake
