I Heard My Uncle in the Hall Before I Saw What He’d Brought

and a newborn she can’t lift. If you can still make this about centerpieces, don’t contact me again tonight.

Then Brianna’s 2:26 a.m. message.

I didn’t know she was hurt that bad.

It was the that bad that got me.

As if there was some level of bad she’d have accepted.

A medium bad.

A polite bad.

A bad injury that knew enough not to interrupt dessert.

I handed continue reading …