I’m developing.”
“You’ve been developing for months.”
“Apparently there are stages.”
Ella se rió.
That laugh became part of my life again.
Slowly.
Carefully.
We started having dinner after the twins went to sleep.
Sometimes at her house.
Sometimes at mine.
Sometimes we discussed the children.
Sometimes work.
Sometimes nothing important.
I learned more about the years I had missed.
She learned more about the years she had imagined incorrectly.
I told her about my father’s hospital stay.
The investors who had nearly removed me.
The panic attacks I had
