Chapter 12

Eira’s fifth-birthday letter said:
You may love people I never met. That does not betray me.
I cried harder than she did.
Eira listened.
Then:
“Mommy talks fancy.”
Accurate.
Celeste had been a lawyer before marrying me.
Even birthday letters sounded cross-examined.
That made me laugh.
May you like
Good.
Grief without laughter becomes another locked room.