I Was Christmas Shopping With My Mother-in-Law When I Saw My Husband Holding Another Woman’s Hand—Then She Whispered, “Don’t React. Watch Me.”

Small tree.

Third year?

Ridiculous tree.

Healing does not move in symbolic straight lines.

One year a song hurts.

Later it becomes just a song.

One year the mall feels cursed.

Later you go because Eleanor needs socks.