I cried that night. I missed your mother for sure, but it was your words that devastated me. You wanted nothing to do with me. You thought I wanted nothing to do with you. You had no intention of sharing your life with me, and that hurt more than your mother’s death. That’s right. I watched her die; I knew it was coming. But I’d hoped that you and I, after burying Rachel, might find common ground and build some sort of life that included both of us. Now I knew that wasn’t going to happen.
