But remission.
I cried into both hands like a child.
Elena laughed and cried at the same
time.
When we got home, Sonia ran at us so fast she nearly knocked Elena backward.
We ordered greasy takeout, left dishes in the sink, and let the evening become loud and messy and grateful.
A few nights later, Sonia stood in our doorway in her pajamas and asked the question that closed the circle.
— No more man at night?
I looked at Elena before I answered.
She smiled, tired but real.
