also started therapy.
Dr. Adler was in her mid-fifties and wore reading glasses on a chain.
At our first session, she asked me something I couldn’t answer.
If you stopped giving, who are you?
I stared at her.
I didn’t know.
I had never not been giving.
Then that was where we would begin.
It wasn’t some dramatic breakthrough.
Just a crack in the wall.
Small enough to miss.
Large enough to let light through.
Three months after the wedding, Jessica sent another message.
It was different from the first.
