It’s been twenty years since our son died, she thought. And still Bob pretends nothing is wrong.
As they turned into the driveway, Bob said, “He would have been twenty-five today.”
“I know,” she said and reached for his hand.
**It's been a few years since I've written one of these. My friend Abby and I are challenging each other to write drabbles (100 word stories) now, so hopefully I'll have more to share soon.**