“With my life.”
I waited.
“I have a good job. I love my son. I’m happy most days. But then I remember that Weston died and I didn’t.”
“Oh dear…”
“I remember that Weston died and I didn’t.”
She wiped her cheek.
“Sometimes ordinary happiness doesn’t feel like enough.”
I looked at Charlie, who was trying to reconnect the train cars.
Then I looked back at her.
“Weston didn’t jump into that river because he expected anything from you. He wanted you out of the water.”
“Sometimes ordinary happiness doesn’t feel like enough.”
Sloane began crying.
I moved beside her and put my arm around her shoulders.
I sat beside her until she could look at me again.
“He would’ve been glad you got to grow up.”
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