CNU-At my mother’s Sunday dinner, my sister offered to take my five-year-old daugh…

at the table.

“Mommy, please,” Laya whispered.

I looked at my daughter’s hopeful face.

I told myself I was paranoid. I told myself Taryn might be trying. I told myself family could still surprise me in good ways.

“All right,” I said. “But you stay with Aunt Taryn the whole time.”

“I will!”

Laya threw her arms around my waist, then skipped to the door beside continue reading …