I Thought the White String in My Egg Was Something Dangerous—The Truth Completely Surprised Me

trying to scrub off my nerves.

The grief changed us.

“Relax, Phoebe,” I said out loud. “June-bug’s going to be just fine.”

That afternoon, I barely had time to set down the sponge before the front door slammed.

Junie burst in, backpack half open, cheeks flushed.

“Mom! Tomorrow you have to pack one more lunchbox!”

I blinked, rinsing soap from my hands. “One continue reading …