At pickup, my parents took my sister’s children and refused my daughter a ride. When she reached the car, my mother told her to walk home despite the heavy rain. My six-year-old begged, but they drove away, leaving her drenched and in tears.

She pressed her face into my shoulder, sobbing. When she pulled back, her lashes were stuck together with tears and rain.

“Grandma and Grandpa… they left me,” she whispered.

Something in my chest turned sharp and cold.

Mrs. Patterson apologized for calling so late, for “not knowing what the situation was,” but I could barely hear her over the roaring in my ears. I thanked her anyway, because she was the reason Lily wasn’t standing out here alone.

Inside the car, I blasted the heat and wrapped Lily in my coat. Her teeth chattered like she couldn’t stop them. I buckled her in carefully, wiping rain from her forehead.