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

balloons.”

On the last night, we sat outside under stars so bright they looked like spilled sugar.

“Mom?” Hannah said quietly. “Do you ever miss them?”

I looked up at the sky. “I miss who I thought he was. The big brother who made stupid jokes and helped me climb trees. I don’t miss the man who let his son hurt us to make himself feel better. Those might continue reading …