“You knew my son.”
The man finally introduced himself.
“My name is Marcus.”
Then he said something Diane never expected.
“Caleb saved my life.”
The Life Caleb Never Told His Mother About
Marcus removed a cardboard box from a cabinet and placed it on the kitchen table.
Inside were dozens of photographs.
Caleb at a campsite.
Caleb holding Buddy.
Caleb sitting inside a diner.
Caleb surrounded by people Diane had never met.
Then she found a photograph of Caleb standing beside Marcus.
Both men were muddy and smiling.
Buddy stood behind them.
Diane turned the photograph over.
There was a date written on the back.
Her breath caught.
It had been taken only one week before Caleb died.
For three years, Diane had believed she understood what her son’s final days had looked like.
She had believed she knew where he had gone.
Who he had seen.
What mattered to him.
