When I place the van in park, my stomach drops, and my heartbeat quickens. I’m really doing this. Take a breath. Just like pulling off a bandage, quick is best. As I ease my driver’s door open, Memphis steps out her back door.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” Memphis greets, opening her arms for me.

When I pull from her embrace, I ask, “Can I stay with you?”

“Psst,” Memphis swats at me. “You know you are always welcome here.”

“Well, I need ...