They\u2019re still asleep right now. All three of them, piled together under that thin blue blanket like it\u2019s the coziest thing in the world. I watch their chests rise and fall and pretend\u2014for a second\u2014that this is a vacation.<\/p>\n
We pitched the tent behind a rest stop just past the county line. Technically not allowed, but it\u2019s quiet, and the security guy gave me a look yesterday that said he wasn\u2019t going to kick us out. Not yet.<\/p>\n
I told the boys we were going camping. \u201cOnly us guys,\u201d I said, like it was an adventure. Like I hadn\u2019t sold my wedding ring three days earlier to afford gas and peanut butter.<\/p>\n
The thing is\u2026 they\u2019re too little to know the difference. They think sleeping on air mattresses and eating cereal from paper cups is fun. They think I\u2019m brave. Like I\u2019ve got some kind of plan.<\/p>\n
But truth is, I\u2019ve been calling every shelter from here to Roseville and no one has a spot for four. The last place said perhaps Tuesday. Perhaps.<\/p>\n
Their mom left six weeks ago. She said she was going to her sister\u2019s. Left a note and half a bottle of Advil on the counter. I haven\u2019t heard from her since.<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve been holding it together, barely. Washing up at gas stations. Making up stories. Keeping bedtime routines. Tucking them in like everything\u2019s okay.<\/p>\n
But last night\u2026 my middle one, Micah, mumbled something in his sleep. Said, \u201cDaddy, I like this better than the motel.\u201d<\/p>\n
And that about broke me.<\/p>\n
Because he was right. And because I know tonight might be the last night I can pull this off.<\/p>\n
Right after they wake up, I\u2019ve got to tell them something.
\nSomething I\u2019ve been dreading.<\/p>\n
And as I started unzipping the tent\u2014
\nMicah stirred. \u201cDaddy?\u201d he whispered, rubbing his eyes. \u201cCan we go see the ducks again?\u201d<\/p>\n
He meant the ones at the pond near the rest stop. We\u2019d gone the night before and he\u2019d laughed harder than I\u2019d heard in weeks. I forced a smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, buddy. As soon as your brothers are up.\u201d<\/p>\n
By the time we packed up our few things and brushed teeth at the sink behind the building, the sun was already baking the grass. My youngest, Toby, held my hand and hummed quietly, while my oldest, Caleb, kicked rocks and asked if we\u2019d go hiking today.<\/p>\n
I was about to tell them we couldn\u2019t stay another night when I saw her.<\/p>\n
A woman, perhaps late sixties, was walking toward us with a paper bag in one hand and a giant thermos in the other. She wore a worn-out flannel shirt and had a long braid down her back. I figured she was going to ask if we were okay\u2014or worse, tell us to move on.<\/p>\n
Instead, she smiled and held out the bag.<\/p>\n
\u201cMorning,\u201d she said. \u201cYou boys want some breakfast?\u201d<\/p>\n
The boys lit up before I could answer. Inside the bag were warm biscuits and boiled eggs, and the thermos held hot cocoa. Not coffee\u2014cocoa. For them.<\/p>\n
Right after they wake up, I\u2019ve got to tell them something.
\nSomething I\u2019ve been dreading.<\/p>\n
And as I started unzipping the tent\u2014
\nMicah stirred. \u201cDaddy?\u201d he whispered, rubbing his eyes. \u201cCan we go see the ducks again?\u201d<\/p>\n
He meant the ones at the pond near the rest stop. We\u2019d gone the night before and he\u2019d laughed harder than I\u2019d heard in weeks. I forced a smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, buddy. As soon as your brothers are up.\u201d<\/p>\n
By the time we packed up our few things and brushed teeth at the sink behind the building, the sun was already baking the grass. My youngest, Toby, held my hand and hummed quietly, while my oldest, Caleb, kicked rocks and asked if we\u2019d go hiking today.<\/p>\n
I was about to tell them we couldn\u2019t stay another night when I saw her.<\/p>\n
A woman, perhaps late sixties, was walking toward us with a paper bag in one hand and a giant thermos in the other. She wore a worn-out flannel shirt and had a long braid down her back. I figured she was going to ask if we were okay\u2014or worse, tell us to move on.<\/p>\n
Instead, she smiled and held out the bag.<\/p>\n
\u201cMorning,\u201d she said. \u201cYou boys want some breakfast?\u201d<\/p>\n
The boys lit up before I could answer. Inside the bag were warm biscuits and boiled eggs, and the thermos held hot cocoa. Not coffee\u2014cocoa. For them.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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