His eyes filled.
“Is there any chance for us?”
I shifted Evie against my shoulder.
“I don’t know.”
I didn’t soften it.
Time passed.
Ben kept showing up for Evie.
Claire still wanted space.
Diane learned that being Evie’s grandmother came with boundaries she couldn’t negotiate.
“I don’t know.”
One afternoon, I found the photo I’d sent Ben from the hospital.
Evie’s tiny hand was wrapped around my finger.
I’d sent it because I wanted him to remember how badly we’d wanted her.
Now Evie lay beside me, waving one fist until I offered her my finger again.
She grabbed it.
I found the photo I’d sent Ben from the hospital.
This time, I didn’t reach for my phone.
I still didn’t know what would happen to my marriage.
But I knew who would decide what happened to my life.