My thirteen-year-old son Owen drowned in a lake last month during a fishing trip with my husband. His small body was never found1
Part 1 I don’t remember setting down the blue camp shirt. One moment I was sitting on Owen’s bed with the fabric pressed against my face, breathing in the last traces of him — sunscreen and something sweet I could never quite name, the particular scent of my child that I had been cataloguing desperately since the day my…