“Roslyn, wait — you don’t even have children.

What will you do with your life as a divorcée?” I looked down at her hand, then peeled her fingers off.

“I spent my whole twenties terrified of losing my place in this family.

Tonight I finally understood this family never counted me as one of its own.” I turned and walked to the coat rack.

Behind me Warner’s voice cracked, raw in a way I’d never heard.

“Roslyn!