“I’m so sorry.” My sister finishes packing the last of Dalton’s things, and I take the bag from her.

“I’m sorry too, but he’s gotta grow up at some point. Maybe this is what it’s going to take.”

I called my sister this morning after dropping off Rosie, and she got on the first plane out. It started because I went to buy Rosie flowers, and when I checked my wallet my credit card was missing. I had to call and report it stolen and then they went through the list of recent ...