“How could you just stand there? What? Nia. Nia’s damn near crying her eyes out, and you just write if off like it happens every day. And the social worker tells us there’s nothing we could do, and you just stand there. Why don’t you want to fight this, Karen? You think I don’t want to? It doesn’t seem like it. It seems like you’ve already accepted it. You’re making pancakes, you’re packing bags. What are you doing? Don’t you dare.”









