“Marriages have their ups and downs, of course,” she says, eyes returning to the rack ahead of me. “Your father’s and mine certainly has.” I tell my heart to stop trying to pound out of my chest. “Really? You guys have never seemed anything but…perfect.” “Sometimes, Freya, we see what we want to see rather than what’s really there. Your papa and I have struggled. But we’ve tried to handle it in ways that are appropriate for our children. And through our struggles, we’ve learned how to do better. You see the fruit of that labor.”
