cabin. “I have a very large family,” the bride says, like it’s a big problem. “Well, I’m not in your family,” Phoebe clarifies. “But you have to be in one of our families.” “No,” Phoebe says. “I’m not in any family.” It had been a crushing realization, one that started slowly after the divorce, and got stronger with each passing holiday, until she woke up this morning to such a quiet house, she finally understood what it meant to have no family. She understood it would always be like this—just her, in bed, alone.
