The Truth

"What should I say?" I asked. "What do I tell him?"

"Tell him..." But she was at a loss, too. "Tell him that everything will be all right."

I walked over and tucked my son into bed. He looked up, the end of tears. And after a moment I said, "Good night." Kissed his forehead. Turned off the light.

I turned to her and she understood. I don't know if it will be all right, but there will be a tomorrow. I cannot bear to tell him anything other than truth. Not now.