We pulled into the group home’s driveway and parked next to a white van. I sat there, hands gripping the wheel, staring at the brick house like it was a finish line I never wanted to cross. Chris sat in the back seat, flipping between scenes in “Shrek 2” on his Kindle. Calm. Unbothered. As if this were just another stop on one of our long drives. But I knew what it was. This was the moment I was breaking a promise I’d made the day he was born. And yet, here we were. When Chris was born, he came