“And you put your own body between me and it.

I grew up.

I went to college.

I fell in love and I married and I had a daughter—” she looked at Veronica “—and I had birthdays, and I traveled, and I held my parents’ hands when they got old and I buried them.

Every single day of my life, Edith, I got to have because you carried me out of that house.

I don’t look at your back and see a ruin.