in my entire life.
One afternoon, Diane sat across from me in my parents’ living room.
“I need to ask something uncomfortable.”
“Okay.”
“Are you doing this because of Rachel?”
I looked at her.
“Partly.”
She waited.
I continued.
“Rachel is why I walked through the door.”
“And Maisie?”
I thought about the little girl who now laughed every time I pretended to sneeze.continue reading …