He took us to the aquarium, carried her when she got tired, and let her choose the soundtrack for the drive home.

He bought us a second set of baking pans because he thought two shapes at once would make mornings easier.

The man I loved wasn’t a cartoon villain, which made it harder for me to understand what was happening.

Someone could offer genuine kindness and still carry beliefs about a child’s place in the family that did not fit with my own.

After he proposed, my father asked me a question that seemed odd at the time.

‘Does Mabel seem relaxed around him?’ I answered that she was quiet but shy.