Chapter 6: The MotherTHE NEXT MORNING, KATE MORGAN pulled her rusting ten-year-old Honda Civic up in front of Zach’s school, an old-fashioned two-story brownstone not far from their apartment in Ottawa. Parking in front with the school buses, a concession granted her by the principal because of Zach, she got out.
Before she could come around to help him, Zach was already out of the car, shrugging on his backpack. He opened the back door for Quincy, then stood holding his white cane in one hand and the other on the handle of Quincy’s guide harness. His round face and dark glasses swiveled to find her, eerily accurate in estimating her position.
“Please don’t kiss me goodbye,” he said, as she leaned in to do just that.
She stopped mid-lean. “No. Of course not.” She reached out to straight
