Then She Was Gone

by Lisa Jewell

I will never guilt trip my children when they are adults, she’d vowed. I will never expect more than they are able to give.

I remember being twenty-one and thinking that my personality was a solid thing, that me was set in stone, that I would always feel what I felt and believe what I believed. But now I know that me is fluid

a man who can’t love but desperately needs to be loved is a dangerous thing indeed.