In the morning, Selena found me at the kitchen table reviewing a list of expenses.

She watched me for several seconds before asking whether people could stop loving someone even if they still lived together.

I pushed the papers aside.

“Love can change when trust is broken,” I said.

“But you never have to earn a parent’s love by giving up your dreams.”

She picked at a loose thread on her sleeve.

“Dad keeps saying I should be happy for Grandma.”

“How do you feel?”