“How did you handle it?” “Handle what?” he asks. “You lost the future you had planned for, the future you thought you’d have. Your… identity as a husband. How did it not tear you apart?” He swipes his thumb over my cheek, catching the tear. Tucks my hair behind my ear. “It did tear me apart,” he says quietly. “Oh.” “But I had an identity, sweetheart. I had two others. I was a new father and a Connovan. It kept me going. You have other identities, too.” “They’re feeling really weak at the moment.” “Of course they are. But you’ll find them. You’re a sister and a daughter. You’re a friend. You’re
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