wearing an old faded floral dress I hadn’t seen since I was fourteen.
My name is Elena.
I’m twenty-nine.
I work in hospital administration, and for the past two years I have been with James Hartwell.
James is thirty-one.
He is thoughtful, calm, and serious about the things that matter without being intense about everything.
He grew up in Westfield, the kind of neighborhood where the lawns are professionally maintained and the public schools have swimming pools.
His father, Robert Hartwell, is a corporate attorney.
His mother, Catherine, manages an
