He would know about Walter and Helen, about the people who loved us imperfectly, and about the people who helped without needing to own us.

At work I received a modest promotion to lead a small reconciliation team.

The raise did not turn me wealthy.

It did mean I could stop choosing between milk and a bill every time something unexpected happened.

I took a photograph of the offer letter and sent it to Dana.

She replied with a row of ridiculous dancing emojis and a promise to bring dessert.

That evening I put Owen in his high chair, poured myself a glass of water, and read the letter aloud to him as if he could appreciate the details.