gets wrapped in guilt and tradition and ‘think about the children’ until you can’t breathe.”
That night, while Noah slept in Lena’s guest room under a blanket covered in cartoon sharks, Lena handed me a glass of water and sat beside me on the couch.
“You’re in shock,” she said.
“I’m fine,” I lied.
Lena snorted. “You’re a mom. Your definition of fine is continue reading …
