My Nephew Threw My Purse in the Pool—By Morning, My Brother’s Car Was Gone

“Yeah. Are you?”

I wanted to lie. Instead, I sat on the edge of her bed and told the truth. “That was really hard. And no, I’m not okay. But I will be.”

She nodded slowly. “Logan’s mean.”

“He’s a kid. But yes, sometimes he is.”

She hesitated. “Do you think Aunt Tessa really thinks you don’t deserve nice things?”

The words hit harder than Logan’s had. “I continue reading …