“Things can be rebuilt,” I told him. “And people who break the rules find out that rules exist for a reason.”
I kissed the top of each head and sent them upstairs to change.
Then I sat down at the kitchen table with my phone in front of me.
For two years I had made myself small.
No more.
“People who break the rules find out that rules exist for a reason.”
I opened my contacts and scrolled to a name I had saved months ago and never dared to call.
A real-estate attorney a friend had recommended back when Katherine first started her nonsense about the roses.
Katherine cared about boundaries more than anything in the world.
And this morning, she had driven a truck straight across mine.
I pressed call.
I opened my contacts and scrolled to a name
My hand did not tremble.
“Good morning,” a man answered.
