It wasn’t until decades later, when Jodi died, and Michael was cleaning out her condo, that he discovered the dresses that his wife had so lovingly handcrafted over the years in remembrance of their baby. And the sadness crept back in, not so much for him losing a daughter, but for the fact that losing a daughter had meant losing his wife, too. All those years together, but each of them was suffering alone. All those years together, and, by the end, they barely knew each other at all.
A perfect moment.
