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

apartment.”

Lena’s expression hardened in a way I hadn’t seen since we were teenagers. “What.”

I handed her the tablet. She swiped through the photos, her face changing the way mine had: confusion, recognition, fury.

“Oh, I am going to set something on fire,” she said.

“Not literally.”

“Metaphorically. But I’m open to options.”

My phone was already exploding.continue reading …