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She wanted more. She wanted everything. She wanted this woman to climb inside her and never leave.
A woman should always take responsibility for her own safe sex.”
Kissing Olivia filled her with a desperate joy, an urge to weep and laugh in the same breath.
“Loving a child is easier and harder than loving an adult.”
“It’s my job to keep her alive for him, to press all the memories I have of her onto a record he can play forever in his mind.”
He didn’t recognize the simple truth; Sophia could never have heard Ellie sing. The two women existed in separate universes, the presence of one predicated on the absence of the other. Each breath Ellie took in this house was one fate had stolen from Sophia.
“You have to risk feeling too much if you want to be happy.”
How many last moments had passed unnoticed, camouflaged by the monotony of daily life?
She’d huddled at the edge of the world too long. She needed to remember how to be in it.
She loved Chicago in summer. The long days and warm nights were a lover’s kiss after the bleak, frozen sleep of winter.
On one of Ben’s turns, she’d spotted her mother-in-law, hands clapping with the music. The way she laughed, mouth open and eyes sparkling—it was so Sophia that for a moment, Olivia couldn’t breathe. Adrianna’s words at the kitchen table had returned to her. I am Sophia’s mother, and since she is gone, I must speak for her. It is a hard burden sometimes. Olivia didn’t believe in God, or that Sophia’s spirit had floated above them, watching the dance. But Adrianna watched for her daughter, and today it wasn’t a burden. It was a joy.
