My Daughter Said “we Need A Break” Two Days Before Christmas

another box tucked behind it. A stiff, cardboard mailer. It was already open.

Curiosity is a funny thing. Sometimes it’s a whisper, and sometimes it’s a shove. This was a shove.

Inside was a single folded paper. Official letterhead from a lab in Atlanta. It was addressed to Todd.

I sat on the floor of my daughter’s closet and read the clinical, cold words continue reading …