My father stood up at the lake house dinner and raised his glass in fr…

the kitchen counter and made pasta with olive oil, garlic, and white beans. That is what I make when I do not want to think about food. Marin was at her father’s that week, so the house was quiet. I ate at the kitchen table and did not check my phone for forty minutes.

That felt like strength.

Small, ordinary, invisible strength.

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