I Turned My Phone Face Down While My Whole Family Fell Apart

a crush on Jean’s beagle, Murphy, who smelled like old carpet and followed Emma around like a badly trained security guard.

Every night Jean sent me pictures.

Mason asleep face-down with one sock off.

Emma holding half a banana like she’d won it in court.

Life going on.

I learned how to slide from bed to wheelchair without crying out loud. Learned how to continue reading …