Returning to the home I had lived in for nearly ten years, I went straight to Steven's room without looking back.

Here, there were the tiny clothes I made for him when he was just one, and the new toys I always bought for his birthday each year.

He loved geography books and dreamed of traveling the world with his little head full of fantasies.

I touched every inch of the place Steven had lived, holding the urn and crying.

Steven, it’s Mommy’s fault.

I should have gone with Ace to take him to school.

I picked up the urn and gathered all of Steven’s clothes.

It filled up two...