I feel as if my heart rips in half as I kiss my baby girl goodbye. In 48 hours, she’s become everything to me. As one half of my heart remains at the farm with Liberty, the other half of it aches for Madison.

She slumps in the passenger seat beside me. The light that Liberty and Indie brought back to her face a day ago is nowhere to be found. The woman I love lethargically sits an arm’s length away. I feel as though I’m losing her with each mile we drive.

I fiddle with ...