Mom starts crying and Dad is instantly holding her. “He’s so small—like Owen was. I miss him so much.” “I know. Maybe Owen sent us Zach because he knew he needed us,” Dad murmurs against Mom’s head, his voice sounding shaky to me. I knee-crawl over to my parents, and they envelop me into their hug as we all cry. My sisters pile on, and I feel the strength of my dad holding us all together.
