The Four Boys at the Restaurant Sink
Dinner was surreal.
Kelsey wouldn’t sit.
She filled plates, poured water, cut chicken, handed out napkins, caught a drip of soup before it reached the floor — all of it in the practiced economy of someone who had done it ten thousand times alone.
I watched her and I was not judging anything.
I simply could not stop seeing the size of the life that had happened without me.
“Kelsey.