if things turned into the worst version of themselves, I could not leave Kora to drive ninety minutes back to the boys.
And I could not let them wake alone.
At 8:14 that night, I called my mother.
The phone rang out.
I sent no message.
By morning, Kora had stabilized.
Mrs. Linkfist had answered her phone on the first ring and stayed with the boys.
That morning, sitting in family lodging with cold coffee, I finally chased the timestamp that had been bothering me.
I opened the family
