I had once believed resilience meant never falling apart.

Now I understood it could mean telling the truth while things were difficult and finding a way to return to each other.

PART 19

Vincent came to our house on a Sunday afternoon carrying a cardboard box filled with books Callum had left at the hospital.

For months he had been hovering at the edges of our life, offering help and apologizing in the same breath.

I made coffee and asked him to sit.