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

two and a half hours. The twins slept the whole way. I left Owen’s foam finger on the passenger seat when I dropped them off, and Lila carried it inside in her sleep-warm arms like something worth keeping.

Which is what the whole year had been, really.

Not a rupture. Not a war. Just a slow, necessary process of figuring out which things were worth keeping continue reading …