“And where does the bus usually drop them?” Carver asked. “Two blocks down. It’s a quick walk home. I don’t like him walking alone, but I’m working, and the school wouldn’t add another stop by our house. I asked a few times, but maybe I didn’t try hard enough . . .” Abby had seen this before, parents finding the little things they could have done. Small decisions morphing into lifelong regrets.
