after my sister's diagnosis was officially made, she asked me to assume permanent, official custody of Jamie. We hadn't had any contact whatsoever with George Carlson since Jamie was born, almost two years ago, for pity's sake.
Our parents were always involved in their grandchildren's lives, but raising more children when they were in their sixties was something they felt they wouldn't manage well. I wasn't so sure I'd do well as a father...I particularly worried for Jamie's sake. He was old enough to realize the implications of Andi's sending him to live somewhere else.
but Andrea's disease was already beginning to affect her memory, and impulse control. Doubts or not, Jamie needed to be in a more stable home. I was it.
By then, I was living in Las Lomitas rather than on the East Coast. The relocation wasn't easy, but some of our friends helped with the logistics of moving.
Two days after the kids had arrived...Jack LaForge phoned me. It was almost midnight.
I didn't want to answer the phone. I could imagine why he would call at such an ungodly hour--I'd had a feeling even before--but I didn't want to have
Muse: Ryan Bullock
Fandom: Original fiction
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