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

three babies cried and I sat on the nursery floor crying with them.

But there was also Lucia’s first smile.

Mateo falling asleep with his fist under his chin like a tiny philosopher.

Elena blinking up at me with solemn trust.

There was Gabriel arriving every morning at seven with coffee for himself and oatmeal for me, rolling up the sleeves of shirts that continue reading …