“Dad!” Logan calls out as he reaches the front door. “Dad!” he screams as tears fall down his face. “Daddy! No . . . no, Daddy!” He heads toward the stairs, but I grab him before he can get that far.
My heart breaks into a million pieces. I pull him into my arms as he fights to get out. I don’t let go, and he doesn’t stop attempting to get where his father last was. He cries and calls out for Todd, struggling with his grief. With each scream, I cry harder. After a few minutes, his screams stop, he turns into my chest, and his body goes limp. I hold him tight and murmur words that are useless in this moment.
“H-he can’t be gone, Mom. He . . . he was supposed to help me with my project. He promised. He wouldn’t break a promise.”
I kiss the top of his head, rocking to soothe both of us. “I know, baby. I’m sorry.” I sit on the hardwood floor, staring at the ceiling and wishing he would come back. If this could all be a joke, then I could put my boys back together. I could fix this. Hearing their cries is killing me.
“Make him come back. Please, please, just make him come back.” His voice cracks as he begs.
If only I could. God, if only.
Cayden and Angie make their way to the front door. They both wrap their arms around Logan and me on the floor. We hold each other in the hallway, each trying to find some comfort. Time passes, darkness falls, but we stay huddled and take turns crying.
Eventually, we move to the living room. I call my parents, telling them to come here right away. Angie calls her parents and brother in Florida. I can hear my mother-in-law’s screams through the phone.
Getting through the next few days is going to take a miracle. Everyone is on their way while we try to get from one minute to the next.
Cayden and Logan won’t leave my side. We’re curled up on the couch, each on one side of me. They barely speak. The television is on, but no one is watching. Each of us drowning in our grief.
Angie makes some soup, but I can’t eat.
“What happens now?” Cayden asks.
“What do you mean?”
My tears have finally dried. I don’t have any left. I’m numb and lost.
His eyes are filled with fear. “Will we have to move? Do we get to see Daddy again?”
“No, honey, we won’t have to move. I have to make arrangements, and we’ll have a service for your dad.” I don’t know how to answer him about seeing his father. “I’m not sure if you’ll see him again, baby.”
“Oh.” He looks away despondently. “I’m sorry, Mom.”
“Sorry? What could you be sorry for, sweetheart?”
Cayden’s green eyes close as a tear falls. “I should’ve gone upstairs. I could’ve—”
“No, baby. This isn’t anything you could’ve stopped.”
Logan sniffles. “I sat here playing video games, too. Dad needed us.”
“Boys.” I get up, turning to face them. “I need you to listen to me.” I wait for them to acknowledge me before I continue. “You did nothing wrong. You couldn’t have saved him. Do you understand me?”
Neither says a word—they just cry. And the tears I thought dried, become rivers down my cheeks. Why, Todd? Why?
“I’ M SO SORRY FOR YOUR loss,” says a nameless face who is standing in front of me after the burial. Everyone is nice, all sympathetic, but I don’t care. I’m sure they’re sorry. They all wish me and the boys the best. But I see the pity in their eyes.
Maybe it’s my paranoia, but I hear their whispers to each other on why it was a closed casket when it was a heart attack. I feel their gazes as they watch me stand motionless over the gravesite, unable to place my rose there.
If they only knew. They didn’t have to take the call from the funeral home saying they couldn’t cover the bruises or ligature marks. They don’t understand the way my heart clenches each time someone asks how he passed. The bitter lie I utter. They’re all praying for us, and I’m praying they leave us alone. I shake their hands and allow their hugs, but I’m empty.
More people leave, but all I focus on is the body lying in the casket.
“How could you do this?” I grasp the flower in my hand. “How could you think this was the answer?” The thorn pricks at my skin. “We had a life. We had a family.” A tear falls. I look around and see Angie by her car and my mother standing by hers. Cayden and Logan sit in the car with my daddy. He’s been the only person they want to be around. Cayden still won’t speak much, but Logan won’t stop. They’re coping—barely.
Everyone gives me some time alone as I bid farewell to my husband.
“You’re really gone.” I brush my hand across the smooth wood casket, rubbing my fingers back and forth. “I feel so many things right now. I guess this is goodbye.” My voice cracks. “I guess this is where I leave you and the life we had in the ground.” I catch my breath. I lift the rose and place it down. The single rose stands apart from the rest, which sit in a pile. “Goodbye, Todd.”
Tears fall, and my knees give out. My hand rests against the wood as I sob.