to the binder. Items 13, 14, 15.
Paige texted someone we both knew from high school. The mutual friend screenshotted it and sent it to me without comment. Paige’s text read, “Her children don’t have real grandparents. That is what she chose.” I sat in the nursery with that text on my screen for 11 minutes. Sophie was asleep in the crib. Liam was in continue reading …
