I thought about the young couple we had been, so sure that love meant never having difficult conversations.

We had been wrong.

Love required those conversations most when they frightened us.

When we went home, Paige was waiting with a homemade cake.

Violet had sent a card addressed to all three of us.

It contained one line: Thank you for letting the truth have a place to live.

I pinned it to the refrigerator.

PART 29