That is the whole of it.

And it was built, brick by brick, over a decade, in a hundred small conversations, and it was finished and ready to use by half past five in the morning on the day his daughters were born.

I crossed that yellow room and I took his face in both of my hands.

Part Sixteen: They’re Ours

“You need to hear me on this.

I have never once thought of those girls as something you couldn’t manage to give me.