“Over the past two years, I’ve replayed this moment in my mind again and again, approaching the car, getting in, looking in the rearview mirror, pulling away. I replay it, trying to uncover something in the recollection I hadn’t noticed at the time. A voice. A face. Sometimes I feel like I can hear something. A woman? A man? “Bye now.” Something. But I can’t be sure.  We flew home. My husband was waiting for us beside the baggage claim with this terrible look on his face. ‘Call your mom,’ he said.  I called her, and she was crying. When she’d arrived home from driving us to the airport, there was a police car in her driveway.”

http://www.salon.com/2014/06/03/the_day_i_left_my_son_in_the_car/

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