“You ready?” Lucy kisses me in the kitchen as I stare out the window of my apartment. Wyatt isn’t up yet, the door to my second bedroom still closed and all is quiet. I pull her in and hug her, nuzzling my chin against the top of her head. I nod.

This morning, I’m running a turkey trot with my brothers before our Thanksgiving dinner at Tim and Alice’s house. But that’s not what I’m anxious about. After we run, they’re taking me to Thatcher’s house to meet our ...