I touch my lips with the pads of my fingers. I can still feel him, still taste him. The thrill of making out with Kellen is overwhelming, and when I get inside, I can’t even manage to say goodnight to my son. He doesn’t notice anyway, thankfully. Just grunts as I walk past on the way to my bedroom.

I can’t remember the last time I felt this alive. Between Kellen happily conversing with my son, just bantering with him about Star Wars like it was a regular ...