Soren came out with the opening-day guest list.

“Ready, Ms.

Larkhaven?”

Below us, women were coming through the doors of a house that would never be locked against them.

I had lost a wedding, once, and found in the same week that I had never really had a husband to lose — only a father I had found late and chosen fully, and a life that had finally become entirely my own.

“Open the doors,” I said.

THE END.