“We Need Your Apartment For The Weekend,” She Texted—Without Asking

up a small tree—nothing fancy, just lights and a few ornaments Liam had picked out himself, including a felt fox that looked suspiciously like Mr. Fox.

We opened gifts slowly—not because there were many, but because Liam wanted to narrate every moment like it was a documentary.

Around noon, Michelle called from the lobby. “Your dad is downstairs. He continue reading …