enough to tell each other almost anything.
We didn’t solve everything that afternoon.
We didn’t suddenly become inseparable again.
But when we left the café, I felt that we had taken a small step toward repairing something that mattered to both of us.
And that was enough for one day.
Chapter Eleven: The Question I Asked Myself
Sometimes, I still think about that morning at my husband’s office.
I remember the receptionist looking at her computer.
I remember the coffee growing cold in my car.
I remember the feeling of
