Claire was quiet for a moment.
“I spent a lot of years being angry,” she said.
“Not at you — I didn’t know you well enough to be angry at you.
Just at the situation.
At the gap where a father was supposed to be.” She turned her cup in her hands.
“I’m not going to pretend that’s completely gone.
It might come up sometimes.
I might have days where I feel the loss of it all over again.”
“I understand,” I said.
“But I don’t want to live in that,” she said.
“I’ve done enough of that.” She looked at me.
“I want to see what this can be instead.”
“So do I,” I said.
Outside, Daniel finally landed the cartwheel.
Rosie clapped once, sarcastically, then immediately tried one herself and fell over.
