I no longer spent my days planning what she should regret.

Sloane and I coordinated birthdays and school events when necessary.

We weren’t friends, but we had learned that four children could share a picnic without requiring their mothers to win or lose anything.

Second Bloom continued to grow, sometimes in surprising directions.

Eva and I hired another designer and began working with a nonprofit that created gardens for families in temporary housing.

I knew exactly how much a welcoming place could matter when someone’s life had been turned upside down.