I was moving.

Whatever else was ending in that cabin, one thing was suddenly, absolutely clear, and it organized everything: my son was hurt, and I was his mother, and there was work to do.

I have never experienced anything else quite like that switch, and I have thought about it often, because it taught me something about myself and about mothers in general that I did not know before that day.

In the seconds after Luca’s proposal, I was destroyed.