A 16-Year-Old Boy Slept over at His Best Friend’s House Every Weekend – Until His Friend’s Mom Called and Asked, ‘When Is My Son Coming Home? He’s Been Staying at Your Place for Weeks!’

Three years before, I would have changed the subject. Instead, I reached for his hand.

“I still miss him, honey.”

“Me too, Mom.”

I held his fingers and finished telling him what happened. At last, remembering Michael felt like something we could share, rather than a burden either of us had to carry alone.