Tuck watched as the coffin holding his mother’s remains slowly disappeared into the hole beneath it. His thoughts raced. Remembering snatches of time. His mother calling him in to dinner, standing at the kitchen door yelling his name. He even heard his own response. Coming Mom.
Coming Mom.The memories jarred him. He hadn’t thought of her as Mom since he’d left for bootcamp and never looked back. Sure he’d missed his folks, but at first he’d been stubborn about it. If they weren’t going to talk to him, he wouldn’t talk to them, then it got easier. He’d thought about contacting them a few times over the years, but it had been so long. And the longer it got, the harder it was to make that call. The easier it got to move on. Until more than twenty years had passed. Now both his parents were d
