My Daughter Dropped a Glass—Then I Learned the “Second Bottle” Was Already on Its Way Before It Ever Broke

From the hallway, Evelyn called:

“She is ready.”

Downstairs, Lucy’s coat was buttoned wrong.

I fixed the second button.

She whispered:

“Are you coming back?”

“I’m going to make sure I can.”

At 1:05, I loaded my bags into the Buick.