At 2 A.M., a Hidden

from one of my mother’s own friends who had grown tired of defending her.

For two days, the internet did what the internet does.

People judged. Argued. Speculated.

But inside our home, we kept the world small.

Noah’s naps.

Ava’s therapy.

Dinner on the back patio.

Rain tapping gently against glass instead of raging like that night.

One evening in June, Ava continue reading …