The Boys will be leaving soon. No one knows when. They’ll be taken to stay with their mother until the next hearing. I’m stunned, but I kind of prefer not to face it. Like the victim of an accident on so much morphine they don’t know what’s going on. Our home was once full of thundering little feet and laughter. Now it’s us, Steve and Daisy, and Guinevere. It’s going to be so quiet.