The Life I Thought Was Over

had shaped everything that followed.

“I want to talk about him,” I said suddenly.

Daniel stiffened—not defensively, but attentively. “Okay.”

“I don’t want him to become something we avoid,” I continued. “I don’t want him to turn into a topic that makes the room uncomfortable.”

Daniel nodded slowly. “I don’t want that either.”

“He’s part of me,” I said. continue reading …