My Sister Dropped Her Kids On My Doorstep For The Tenth Weekend In A Row

I looked at that picture for a long time.

Ethan was on the swings. Sadie had something blue smeared all around her mouth. Slushie, probably. They looked happy.

And off to the side, cropped halfway out of the frame, was Melissa sitting alone on a bench with a legal pad in her lap.

For once, she was the one figuring it out.

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