That said, I hadn’t envisioned myself adjacent to a toddler in a car seat for several hours. Being close to Henry – who was an absolute cherubic vision – made me break into a cold, anxious sweat while simultaneously feeling a disparate tug of affection. Half of me wanted to wrap him in my lap and snuggle him right then, and the other half thought the Trailways bus looked a lot more appealing.
The trunk was stacked with luggage and provisions: wine and groceries from specialty shops in the city. There was a tense air to the journey, a weird vibe between Emily and Micah. It was augmented by Henry’s attentions to his mother, from whom he apparently hated to be separated. Emily had told me quietly, while stowing my bag in the back, that they hadn’t yet explained her new pregnancy to Henry, an
