When My Kids Didn’t Show Up, My Neighbor Held My Hand Instead

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David glanced at it. “You want me to grab that?”

I swallowed. My throat felt tight, like it did yesterday in the waiting room when the nurse said ten minutes and my own children said “can’t.”

“It’s probably the group chat,” I said, forcing my voice to sound normal. “They’re… checking in.”

David didn’t smirk. He didn’t roll his eyes. He didn’t make continue reading …