These Summer Storms

by Sarah MacLean

Resourceful was one of Elisabeth’s words. The ones all mothers have, designed to push all the buttons they’ve installed.

“It’s always worth leaving when someone doesn’t want you to stay.”

“On the boat,” she said. “You told me you were sorry for my loss.” He nodded. “I am.” “You shouldn’t be. I lost him a long time before that.” “I’m sorry for that loss, too,” he said. “That’s the one that doesn’t go away.”