“Tell me about your husband,” says Liam a few days later.
I look at him in surprise, but he’s doing pushups, so I can’t see his face.
“Why?” I ask.
“You never talk about him. Bean doesn’t talk about him except to say he was a hero.”
“Bean never met him,” I say.
“Why not?”
Liam flips on one hand and does a perfect side plank. He doesn’t need me anymore. It’s pretty clear that there’s not any reason for him to stick around. He’s cut, lean, and in silver screen shape. He could jump into filming tomorrow. Enid was right, he’ll be leaving soon.
He drops back down and starts on another set of pushups.
“I was only in early pregnancy when he died.” I look around the field, at the trees at the trailer, and think about how unexpected life is. In that car, seven years ago, I never would’ve th
