away. The funeral was scheduled for the weekend, the same wee

n't mentioned the surrogacy again, and we were circling each other

e. But a small, stupid part of me still felt a sense of duty. I h

I w

there, of course, clinging to Nicole's arm like a drowning man. He was putting on a masterclass performance, his face a mask of tragic

muring comforting words, her entire focus on him. I

woman named Eleanor, pul

red-rimmed but clear. "I n

n aback. "

, a long time ago, that she loved you more than she thought she was capable of l

knife. It was all so pathetic. A love that was too scary to act on? A duty tha

mmered against the roof, and the sky turned

le announced, not looking at me.

uring to the downpour outside.

eady guiding a sobbing Ryan towards th

funeral home in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of a thunderstorm. I watc

ds, cold and unforgiving. By the time I finally found a train station an hour late