When My Child Mentioned “Aunt Phoebe,” Everything Fell Apart

took him,” I said, and that sentence felt like the truest thing I’d ever spoken.

Noah’s cartoon laughed in the living room. I walked past Ethan.

“Don’t do this,” he begged.

I pulled my wrist free. “You already did.”

I drove to my sister’s house because it was the only place my hands knew how to reach without thinking.

Lena opened the door before I even continue reading …