by Gina Marie Bernard Matt Seymour You edge up the drive of my brother’s lake property, having dropped the girls off for the Fourth of July weekend; it is my first supervised visit since leaving the hospital. Our daughters are much bigger than their voices on the phone, but still struggle to haul a shared suitcase across the lawn. As I step from the cabin, they freeze — two raccoons caught in a yard light. My sister-in-law joins us, and they rush to her hips, too shy to say h