us would tell the family that everything was fixed simply because we were sharing a roof again.
“I want to try,” I said. “But I don’t want to pretend.”
Nick nodded.
“Neither do I.”
The first evening was awkward.
He cooked pasta while I folded baby blankets at the kitchen table.
We discussed grocery shopping and hospital bags.
At bedtime, he went to the small room we’d previously used as an office.
He didn’t ask to sleep beside me.
Nine days later, on November 12, Nora arrived.
She weighed seven
