And then the door would open.

Part Four: He Was Always There

But not one of those times did I go through it on my own.

Not a single one.

Kevin was always somewhere within reach, and he always found my hand, and he always told me that it would come right in the end and that one day the thing we wanted would arrive.

He had a particular way of doing it that I want to put down properly, because afterwards, when people asked me how I could possibly have married a man who would walk out of a maternity ward, this is the thing I could never get across in a sentence.

He did not try to fix it.