Claire
I watched my daughter's face and understood, somewhere underneath my own surprise at her reaction, that this conversation had suddenly become much larger than I'd planned for it to be.
"Sit down," I told her, though truthfully I could have used the chair myself. She'd gone pale in a way I hadn't seen since she was seventeen and I'd had to explain why her father wasn't coming to her graduation after all. "Sophia. Sit. Let me explain properly, because I can see whatever's going on in your head right now is a lot bigger than what actually happened."
She sat, still holding herself too stiffly for someone about to hear a story about her own mother's brief marriage from over a decade ago, and I set the photo down on the coffee table between us, giving myself a moment to gather the righ
