I was 39 when the doctor examined my large belly and suddenly asked, “Has your husband ever forced you to do something you didn’t want to do? M1

It was how to live beside an unanswered question without allowing fear to make the decision for us.

I reached for Daniel’s hand.

He looked down.

Then at me.

“Here?” he asked.

I smiled.

“Here is good.”

Behind us sat seventeen years of things we had measured, catalogued, hidden, and misunderstood.

Ahead of us was something far less certain.

And for the first time, neither of us tried to measure it.

-END OF Chapter 5–