“It’s a lovely morning, isn’t it?”

Ethan, Vicky, Paul, and I were outside playing with Rowan when I saw Soren’s familiar form walking slowly toward us.

My stomach twisted into knots. For some reason, I knew that he had something important to say to us, and the way he was walking made me think that, whatever it was, I wasn’t going to like it. Rowan waved and said, “Uncky!” his attempt to say uncle. It was adorable, and Soren’s face lit up. He went over to his nephew and ...