escaped me before I could stop it.

Sarah started crying too.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, wiping her face again. “There’s more.”

Part 2 

I found a crumpled sheet of paper folded small, as if Randy had tried to hide it.

My hands shook as I opened it.

Dear Mom,

I’m sorry I ruined the Mother’s Day wall. I know you’re sick and tired, and I made more trouble.

But continue reading …