And Daniel’s been asking questions I don’t know how to answer yet.
About his dad.
About why he doesn’t have one like his friends do.”
“What have you told him?”
“That his dad was sick.
That he loved Daniel even though he never got to meet him.
That sometimes people leave before they mean to.” She paused.
“I don’t know if that’s right.
I’m making it up as I go.”
“I think that’s what everyone does.”
She smiled at that — a real smile, tired around the edges.
From the living room: “Mama, the rocket fell.”
“Build it again, baby.”
A pause.
“Okay.”
We looked at each other across the table.
“I don’t know what this looks like going forward,” I said.
“I have a daughter coming in three weeks.
My life is — I’m rebuilding everything.
But I don’t want to make a promise and disappear.
Mark asked me not to let Daniel be alone, and I think the least I can do is try to figure out what that means.”
Diane was quiet for a moment.
“He wrote you a good letter,” she said finally.
“He did.”
“He was a complicated person.”
“Yes.”
“So am I,” she said.
“So, probably, are you.”
“Almost certainly.”
She refilled my coffee without asking.
That felt like something.
In the living room, Daniel announced that the rocket was fixed and ready for launch.
We both turned to look.
He was holding it above his head with both hands, making a sound effect that was mostly just him saying *whoooosh* very seriously.
He had Mark’s eyes and his own everything else.
I pressed my hand to my stomach, where my daughter turned slowly, finding her position.
*I’m going to tell her about him,* I thought.
*When she’s old enough.
I’m going to tell her she had a brother she never got to meet.*
I didn’t say it out loud.
Josephine Ruth arrived three weeks later, at 4:47 in the morning, seven pounds and two ounces, with dark hair and a furious expression that made the midwife laugh.
I named her after my grandmother and Mark’s mother, in that order.
Ruth cried when I told her.
She was in the waiting room, and when the nurse brought her in she stood at the edge of the room with both hands pressed to her mouth and didn’t move for a long moment.
