Cheyann's brother died last month of a heroin overdose. He was 26. The family is still not managing the grief. I flew Cheyann home for the funeral and was able to physically put my eyes on her for the first time in almost 3 years. I drove out to pick up Lynn as well and the three of us spent part of the day together. It was a little awkward, but overall positive. After the event, all went back to the way it was prior. Cheyann back in West Virginia house-flipping with her bio dad. Lynn up north trying to figure out if this newest relationship will work. Still no real progress made for either. But we are staying in touch and connected. And that was an important check in for all of us.
