I Waited for My Children on My 60th Birthday — Then a Police Officer Handed Me an Unexpected Note

I was proud of them.

Still, sometimes I missed the days when I could hear all six of them in the house.

So when my sixtieth birthday arrived, I wanted one simple thing.

I wanted my children around my table.

At four o’clock, I peeked through the blinds.

No cars.

At five, I checked my phone and sent a message to the family group chat.

“Drive safe. See you soon.”

No one answered.

At six, I called Mark.

Voicemail.

Then Jason.

Voicemail.

Caleb.

Voicemail.