rabbit.
“Can Bunny come?”
“Bunny absolutely comes.”
I opened the deep closet beside Ethan’s window and pulled out three suitcases hidden behind winter coats.
Ethan stared.
“You already packed?”
“I prepared them three weeks ago.”
I hadn’t known Ryan would bring Vanessa into our dining room that night.
But for eleven months, I had known a day might come when leaving safely would require preparation, not courage alone.
The first suitcase held my clothes and necessities for the baby.
The second contained what Ethan and Sophie needed.
The third held
