When my brother proudly announced that his wife was pregnant with baby number five, my parents cheered like the whole family had been blessed. Dad smiled and said, “Great job, son,” but Mom’s eyes shifted straight to me. “You’ll handle the kids,”

at me. “She was supposed to be there.”

I stood up slowly. “No. You wanted me to be there. That is not the same thing.”

Mom turned toward me and whispered sharply. “Olivia, stop making this worse.”

I looked at her. “Worse than four children being left alone?”

Her face tightened, but she said nothing.

Ryan started speaking quickly. He said Madison had a morning continue reading …