”
“That’s not the worst thing.”
“It is if she leaves again.”
There it was.
The truest fear.
Not anger.
Not jealousy.
Abandonment repeating itself.
I took his hand.
“Then we don’t build Emma’s life on Rachel alone. We build it like a table with many legs. You. Me. Rachel, if she proves steady. Friends. Teachers. People who love her. That way, if one leg wobbles,continue reading …
