The next day, I sat in my car with a bag full of rocks in my lap, but they might as well have been in my stomach. I was about to meet Sebastian for the first time. When Madelyn and I had made this plan, I’d peppered her with questions about her son. I wanted to know everything — what he liked, what he didn’t like, anything I could find out to get to know him a little before we actually met. For reasons I couldn’t articulate, it mattered to me that his first impression of me was a good one.
