part 2 The man who spent eleven years blaming me for our childlessness threw me out of our home9-008v

him stories, he listened without bitterness.

“They loved you,” he said one afternoon after I described how Helen used to sew tiny stars onto the sleeves of my school sweaters so I could “carry wishes with me.”

“Yes,” I said. “They did.”

“Then I’m grateful to them.”

It surprised me.

“You are?”

Gabriel looked at the ultrasound photo in his hand, the first continue reading …