The decision to look up or not keeps haunting me. I don’t want to look up for fear that I may jam gazes with Christopher, but I also want to see him for the last time. After all, in his words, we may not see for a very long time.

I finally look up to see him running, and then that’s when I recognize the loud noise of his chopper. The bird’s coming from the direction of our house, flying by over my head and moving to Christopher’s direction in chase of its owner.

It passes Christopher, ...