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Being a single mother of twins still felt like a joke the universe was playing on her.
Pretending her marriage wasn’t falling apart—especially while pregnant with twins—was even more exhausting with an audience.
Laughter felt like a betrayal.
It wasn’t the grace of God she had lost; it was her mother’s.
Like her parents had a finite amount of forgiveness and empathy to offer, and Topher had cleaned them out? Maybe he had.
Cait never understood why people lionized the dead. All their flaws vanished, and suddenly they emerged as an idealized version of themselves.
“It’s hard to be a mother when you never had one yourself.”
This loneliness will be with me always.
Her mother had always said you’re only as happy as your least happy child, but was that really true? What happens when there’s no possibility of that child ever being happy again?
Every important decision she’d ever made in her life had been in the service of taking care of her family.
“Do you ever think about who we would be if none of this had ever happened?”
She didn’t have to say aloud what they all now understood: it was time to start letting go.
