I had thought Grace’s name was simply pretty.
But Hannah, even before she left, had been trying to build a bridge between the daughter I abandoned and the daughter I was in danger of abandoning next.
The most shocking truth was not that my wife had planned my downfall. It was that she had once planned my redemption—and I had been too selfish to notice.
Claire appeared at the end of the hallway, pushing Grace in a stroller.
Grace saw Hannah and kicked both feet.
Then she saw me.
She smiled.
A small, bright, toothless smile.
It did not absolve me.
It did not restore my marriage.
