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

whispered.

“Then sleep,” I said softly, stroking her hair. “We’ll be right here.”

We watched her drift off, her small chest once again rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

When her breathing evened out, Ethan straightened up.

“You should rest too,” he said.

“I can’t,” I replied. “If I close my eyes, all I see is her in that pool.”

He knew there was no continue reading …