capable of staying with them and finding another way to manage the weekend. I loved those children; they were not responsible for the decision Claire and Daniel had made without asking me. I wanted to say goodbye to them, but waking them to explain an adult argument would have put a burden on them that wasn’t theirs.
The drive to my condo felt longer than it should have. I’d made the same trip with a packed bag six weeks earlier, imagining a temporary visit. Now the passenger seat held a
