Every moment of our lives we make choices. Most we don’t even know we’re making, they’re so dull or routine or automatic. Some are beyond explanation—like my mom choosing Wyatt’s memory over Dad and me.

“Then let me be your mercy,” he said. “I’ll never be able to give you smart answ…”

“The ice cold fear I’d felt, not knowing if Wyatt was alive, pressed into the wa…”

“My dad used to say, ‘This is what your right arm’s for, son,’” John said. “This…”

“For a second, I stared at the map of her veins just under the surface of her th…”