Caleb before I was old enough to remember him.
Now I had to decide whether I had been foolish to do the same.
Then another memory surfaced.
Months before I knew I was pregnant, Caleb and I had been sitting on his couch when he casually asked whether I had owned a red bicycle as a child.
I laughed and told him yes, that Mom had bought it secondhand.
He smiled at the ceiling like someone who had finally answered a question he’d carried for twenty years.
The bookstore.
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