I never questioned that.
The problem was that her love had protected him from discomfort so consistently that neither of them seemed to understand how much it had shaped him.
I noticed it early.
When I miscarried our first pregnancy, Sylvia called Ethan every day for a week.
She never called me.
I could hear her talking to him from the other room.
“This must be so difficult for you.”
“You’re being incredibly strong.”
“Tell me what I can do.”
I was the one who had been pregnant.
I was
