“But this was always the plan. We were only ever foster parents to Josh. My sister never wanted to give him up for good”
Levi’s dropping hints again, words and phrases and fragments of sentences. As if I don’t know what’s happening. As if I’m not watching a tsunami rear its ugly, deadly head over our lives.
As if any amount of warning could prepare me for the inconceivable.
“She got the job,” he mentions one day. Oh so casual. He doesn’t say who she is. I don’t ask.
“I spoke to her today,” he says, a week or two later. “She sounds good.”
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