She called Dana on Friday morning, which surprised even herself.
She had told herself she wasn’t ready to put language around it yet. That had been true on Wednesday night, and still mostly true on Thursday when Leo had sat at the far end of the kitchen table and been quiet in that careful, considered way of his while she finished her project. But Friday arrived grey and drizzling, Liam was at nursery until noon, and the apartment was very still, and she found herself standing at the kitchen window with her phone already in her hand before she had fully decided anything.
Dana picked up on the second ring.
“I was wondering when you’d call,” she said, which was the kind of thing Dana always said and which never stopped being accurate.
“I don’t know where to start,” Mia said.
“Start anyw
