why it hurt.
Gradually, Nick learned to listen without demanding that I stop remembering.
At our first family dinner after Nora’s birth, one of his relatives commented that everything had finally worked out.
I shook my head.
“We’re working on it.”
The relative looked uncomfortable.
Elaine calmly passed the potatoes.
“Anna doesn’t owe anyone a happy ending before she’s ready.”
I glanced at Nick.
He nodded.
And for once, he didn’t argue.
In December, Tara sent me a message.
She was further along in her pregnancy and wondered whether she
