Rebecca’s POV
It started with pancakes.
Not the morning Edmund refused them, though that morning lived in me with a clarity I suspected would not fade quickly. A different morning. Four days after I had opened that notebook and written from here at the top of a clean page and begun doing the quiet, deliberate work of a woman who has decided to pay attention.
I was standing in the kitchen making breakfast I would eat alone because Edmund had developed the habit of leaving before I came downstairs, and I was thinking about what Olivia had said the previous evening when she called.
We need to understand what he values before we touch any of it.
She had said it the way she said everything important, simply, without drama, with the precision of someone who had already thought it through
