My Husband Cooked Dinner, and Minutes After My Son and I Ate, We Both Collapsed. I Played Dead on the Floor and Heard Him on the Phone: “Soon They’ll Both Be Gone”
Healing, I learned, is not the terrible things becoming un-terrible.
It is the slow, patient work of teaching a freezer to be just a freezer again — and forgiving yourself, and each other, for how long it takes.\n\nChapter 18 — Somewhere Else
The criminal case moved forward steadily, carried the whole way by the evidence collected that night, and it moved toward exactly the ending such things should move toward.
I will not pretend I felt triumphant watching it.
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