Get up.

Let’s find the step again.

I’ve got you.

Chapter 12 — What Shea Saw

Our daughter Shea came for a weekend that spring, and she watched us, and on the Sunday before she left she said something at the kitchen table that undid me.

“You two are different,” she said, careful, like she was afraid to spook it.

“I don’t know what it is.

You’re — I don’t know.