MONICA
Monica sat across from Jack, holding his hand atop the coffee-stained table, not
knowing what else to say. She’d called and asked if she could see him again today,
given what she’d been thinking about last night. And here they were, at Crazy Carl’s.
She sighed deeply as she finished the story. She knew Jack was going to ask questions
about the baby and Lily that she wasn’t prepared to answer. She didn’t know if she
was strong enough to tell him about the remaining unspoken areas of her life.
“It was a week after I wrote Lily. I hadn’t spoken to her since she’d turned eighteen.
I was tired of resenting her. I couldn’t forget what happened, but I could try to
forgive. When the phone rang, I was hoping it was Lily, but it was the mother of
one of her friends.”
Monica sat sta
