That old question.
Why weren’t we worth remembering?
Vanessa tried to hug them.
Neither moved toward her.
Finally, Jeffrey said, “Hi.”
That one polite word seemed to irritate her.
I stepped between them.
“This is not happening on the sidewalk.”
Vanessa looked at me coldly.
“You’ve been served.”
Then she returned to her vehicle.
No hug.
No question about school.
No “I missed you.”
Nothing.
That night, Jeffrey barely ate dinner.
George asked the question I knew was coming.
“Can she make us live with her?”
I chose my words carefully.
“We have a legal guardianship. She has asked the court to change it.”
“So yes?”
“I don’t know.”
George’s fork stopped moving.
“But we don’t know her.”
“I know.”
“Does that matter?”
“Yes.”
“How much?”
That was the question I couldn’t answer.
Part 5 — The Offer in My Kitchen
My attorney, Rachel Morgan, had helped me with the original guardianship years earlier.
