the front yard and shoveling the walkway together. Not just the two of us, but more of us . . . a bigger version of our team, filling out the space. This house was as boring and traditional as houses could be, the kind of house a child would draw if you said “Draw me a house.” This was a house that a family would live in. And instead of seeing Ralph and myself as two pieces of rubble, I saw us for what we were: a family. Even without Aaron, we were still a family. A small family, yes, but a family. Those little condos didn’t feel right because they weren’t right, because our
