My Husband Arrived at the Charity Gala With Another Woman. Then Our Nine-Year-Old Daughter Showed Me What She Had Saved.
“What about Earth?”
She handed me a pot of basil.
“That’s for cooking, because Earth is where we have dinner.”
The curtains were yellow.
Not bright, harsh yellow, but a soft color that caught the morning light exactly as Grace had imagined.
She started a new routine.
Mondays were library days.
On Thursdays she spent time with Derek.