He grabbed his keys, kissed my cheek, and headed toward the door.
“Home for dinner?” I called.
“Of course, Mom.”
***
A few hours later, two police officers stood on my porch.
“Home for dinner?”
There had been an accident at the river outside town.
A seven-year-old girl had fallen into the water.
The current was strong.
Weston had jumped in before anyone else could reach her.
A seven-year-old girl had fallen into the water.
He managed to push her close enough to the bank for another man to pull her out.
Then the current took him.
The officers explained everything gently, but I remember almost none of what they said afterward.
The current took him.
My son had left that morning expecting dinner.
By afternoon, he was gone.
***
The little girl’s name was Sloane.
She survived.
Reporters called Weston a hero, and strangers sent flowers.
