I did not want a child to repair me.

I wanted to give away the thing I already had too much of and nowhere to put, and there is, I think, an important difference between those two, and Gail heard it.”

Gail studied me for a long few seconds.

Then she nodded, slowly, and something in her posture eased.

“That,” she said, “is the right answer.”

Chapter 5 — What Love Was Not Enough For

The process took months, and it was nothing like I had imagined.