“Not all of it.”

She nodded and turned off the stove before the soup boiled over.

We ate with the bank statement between us.

Gregory’s letter stayed in the handbag.

I was beginning to learn that accepting something did not require sharing every part of myself in return.

PART 6 — The Work I Could Not Keep Doing

The school called before breakfast the next Monday.

My supervisor asked me to come to the principal’s office at ten thirty.