And she had Gordon—the child she’d struggled to bond with, the young man she’d once found so unknowable—to thank for this liberation. When he’d first moved back home, after the car accident, he’d kept his distance in the house, as though relearning his place within it. But she remembers the night things changed. He’d come in from meeting Maia for dinner. Cora had been in the kitchen, folding clothes still warm from the dryer. She’d heard him at the front door, kicking off his shoes, hanging up his coat. One foot on the stairs, two. But then he’d appeared in the kitchen doorway, his hair wet
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