Later that night, after everyone left, I found a container in the refrigerator.
Rebecca had labeled it:
SOUP.
Underneath, she had added:
Only if you actually want it.
I stood alone in my kitchen laughing.
Then I took a marker and wrote beneath her message:
I’ll decide tomorrow.
I placed the container back on the shelf.
On the refrigerator door, held beneath a little blue sea-turtle magnet, was Arthur’s note.
Remember to keep one place for yourself.
I had.
And somehow, by finally creating a place that belonged to me, I had not lost my family.
I had found a healthier way back to them.
