in the same city where Daniel and I had lived during the earliest years of our marriage.
The city we had abruptly left twenty years earlier.
The city I never wanted to return to.
The following morning, I told Sophie I had errands to run.
She obviously didn’t believe me.
But she didn’t stop me.
A few hours later, I stood outside a faded yellow house.
I knocked.
Laura opened the door.
The moment I saw her, twenty years vanished.
Suddenly, I was young again.
Pregnant with Sophie.
Standing in
