had waited through every season they did not use it.
“Dad asked whether I wanted it,” I said. “I stood there holding the bag and couldn’t answer. It felt wrong to take it and wrong to leave it.”
Elise’s hand moved toward mine, then paused. I turned my palm upward, and she took it. The contact had changed since that morning; it was no longer something either of us could pretend was casual.
“I keep thinking about all the things they were going to do when the timing improved.”
Her
