I can ask questions.

I can insist on honesty.

I can love someone without surrendering my judgment.

I can sit across from my mother and talk about tomorrow instead of only yesterday.

That night, after Lucas turned off the kitchen light, I touched the little compass at my throat and thought about the morning that started with a forgotten prescription bottle and a caramel macchiato I never delivered.

I went to his office because I wanted to do something kind for my husband.