We arrived home, and Aaron carried the still sleeping Zion into his arms and rested his small head on his shoulder as we both approached the house. The little boy must have felt the change because he woke up, and his dull eyes lingered on me.

“Mommy.”

“Yes, my love.”

“Are we home yet?”

I bobbed my head and said, “We are. We are going in now.”

Aaron opened the door, and I followed him inside. “I’m hungry,” he whined.

“I know, and I ...