I Refused To Babysit My Sister’s Twins And Slipped Away At The Airport Until My Phone Was Flooded With Messages

standing in an airport in October watching her sister’s face do the arithmetic of whether I could be cornered, and deciding I could not. I thought about the particular physical sensation of picking up a carry-on bag and walking away from a situation that had been held together, for years, primarily by my inability to do exactly that.

The drive was continue reading …