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The first time I saw him, I was crouched in a ditch by the highway, lancet poised, holding a crumbly-paged book open to the words to reanimate a dead owl. Anne leaned against our dad\u2019s old car on the shoulder, just a few feet past the impromptu memorial some of Mom and Dad\u2019s students had put up. The flowers were wilting and the photos were fading, just like our parents\u2019 ghosts in the ditch where they\u2019d died. I walked all up and down it, grasses itching at my legs despite my jeans. | Copyright 2022 by Laura Blackwell. Narrated by Judy Young.\nLearn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices