“We have to give it back”

The words were etched into my brain, a searing memory I will never be allowed to forget.

That was eighteen years ago now, and every night the panic and surety of those words roll around my brain, I’m not sure when they changed from words in panic, sweat drenched nightmares to comfort and fondness.

My son, eighteen today, I say today, maybe it was a month ago, maybe it w...