“You have to look at it like this, honey. You did well as a mother,” my husband Michael said. He always told me that, even when I felt like I abandoned our son by working when he was just a toddler. Michael let me quit my job, he worked overtime to pay the mortgage. He did everything right. Benjamin loved him. Michael always took everything in stride. Even this. Even the death of our son. No. He’s not dead. He never was. Benjamin lives. Benjamin is free. All anyone wants to remind me is that if they don’t get him, he might return to make us look like terrible parents. He could frame us for abuse…or murder. And just who would believe us? They try to steer my thoughts away from remembering that he was my child. Wasn’t he? His anatomy was that of a child.
