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

Just wish I could do it full-time.

My hands went numb. When we have our own. They were planning a future together—a future that included my son as a trial run and me as the obstacle standing in the way.

Patricia watched my face carefully. “Keep reading.”

I flipped pages like I couldn’t stop, like I needed the pain to fully map itself before I could navigate continue reading …