Part 1: The Day Trust Was Broken

I work long hours at a hospital in Seattle. Double shifts. Overnight rotations. The kind of work that leaves your feet aching and your thoughts foggy. Still, every time I came home and saw Emily curled up with a book or humming while she did her homework, I knew I was doing something right.

Or so I thought.

That Saturday began like any other. I was exhausted.continue reading …