At 2 P.M., I Walked Into My Parents’ Backyard Expecting To Pick Up My 8-

Her eyelids fluttered, and those big brown eyes she got from Ethan blinked up at us.

I was by her side in a second.

“Hey, sweetheart,” I whispered, brushing damp hair away from her forehead. “Hey. I’m here.”

She squinted, disoriented.

“Did I finish the pool?”

The question stabbed me right in the heart.

“You don’t ever have to finish that pool,” I said. “Not continue reading …