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

be the same person, but they don’t feel like it.”

She nodded. “I think I get that.”

We fell into comfortable silence.

“You know,” she said, “you can’t fix something if everyone keeps pretending it’s not broken. Right?”

“Right.”

She leaned against my shoulder. “I’m glad you stopped pretending.”

So was I.

In the months that followed, I thought less about the continue reading …