know whether Nolan would come or not.
“I don’t know if I can do this, baby,” I said to the stone. “I don’t know if I’m big enough.”
The wind slipped through the grass, and nothing answered. But my hand smoothed the paper flat against my knee instead of crushing it.
Maybe being big enough was only the next thing I chose to do, even when I was not sure.
Marta opened the door wearing a worn cardigan, older than I had imagined, her eyes already wet.
“You must be
