triumphant smile, believing she had won.
I drove Norah home in silence, her head resting against the window as her sobs turned into quiet hiccups. That evening, I didn’t call to complain or text to vent my frustration. I spent the night comforting my daughter and then, when she was finally asleep, I sat at my computer and began to compile the necessary documents. I knew exactly what I was going to do, and I knew it would be the last thing I ever did for them.
Two days later,
