“Can I have a date with Shay?” My life was coming full circle in strange, unpleasant ways, and I didn’t get a chance to respond before Gennie added, “I can show you my room and we can go on the swings and we’ll have so much fun!” She set Brownie on the ground and ran toward me, her hands pressed together like she was praying. “Please, Noah. Please. No one ever wants to come over for a playdate with me.” And that basically broke me.
