I Stumbled Upon a Headstone in the Woods and Saw My Childhood Photo on It – I Was Shocked When I Learned the Truth

At the bottom of the box was a small yellow shirt, scorched at one sleeve.

I took it home.

A week later, we returned to the clearing. Tom and Lily were with us, but they were talking to each other.

The headstone was waiting.

I knelt and placed the card at its base.

“Dad? Are we visiting your brother?” Ryan asked.

“Yes,” I said. “His name was Caleb.”

“I wish I could’ve met him,” Ryan said, leaning against me.

Brandy sniffed the card.

“Me too, son. Me too.”

The breeze rustled through the trees.

I glanced at Tom and wondered, just for a moment, if he was the one who’d written the note.

Maybe giving me away was his way of keeping me alive… or giving me a chance at life without tragedy.

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