Norah didn’t understand what was happening to her and her uncertainty was accompanied by fear—fear she would never escape its grip. At the same time, whenever she was alone, she found herself ruminating over the bigger decisions she’d made in her life. Why did she marry Tevin? Why did she become a dentist? Why did she have only one child? The questions were answerable except in a practical, unsatisfying way. She’d made safe decisions at the expense of following her passions. As a child and young adult she was a talented violinist. The happiest she’d ever felt was when she played for an audience. No matter how big or small. She believed she was good enough—more than good enough—to have made career out of it. If she took up the violin now, it would be no more than a hobby. She was also deepl
