Not yours.

You don’t get to reach into their lives now and call it love.” Then I helped my children into the car, one at a time, and I closed the door.

Chapter 13 — The Drive Out

We drove back down the long gravel drive I had last traveled ten years earlier with one suitcase and a secret I did not yet know I was carrying.

I did not look back at the grave, or at the man standing beside it, or at the woman by the cars with her ruined future settling onto her shoulders.