cover it.”
I apologized for the problem they were facing, thanked her, wished them the best, and we walked home in silence.
But that wasn’t the end of it.
***
That night, Ethan didn’t turn on his games or scroll on his phone. He sat at the kitchen table with a pencil and a stack of paper. He started sketching.
“Insurance won’t cover it.”
My son’s dad had continue reading …