I Thought the White String in My Egg Was Something Dangerous—The Truth Completely Surprised Me

faded, and all I could see was the last six years:

Junie’s second birthday, me, in the kitchen late at night, icing one cake and then freezing, hand trembling as I remembered there was supposed to be two.

Or Junie at four, sleeping with her cheek against the pillow, sunlight in her curls, Michael already gone, and me standing over her, asking the dark,continue reading …