choose where your story starts. But you can choose what kind of person you become.”
I thought those words explained almost everything about him.
I didn’t understand until much later how much pain he had hidden behind them.
When I discovered I was pregnant with our second child, Jack cried again.
This time, he didn’t pretend otherwise.
He held the pregnancy test in his hand, sat on the edge of our bed, and stared at it for nearly a minute.
“Another one?” he whispered.
I laughed.
“Unless the test is