“And so am I.”

PART 28

Several years later, Wesley asked why he had so few photographs with my side of the family.

We were sitting at the kitchen table in the house we’d finally bought, a small place with a green front door and windows Jenna had chosen herself.

He had just started school and was comparing baby albums with a classmate.

I looked at Jenna.

We’d talked about how to answer questions like this without placing adult burdens on a child.