I watched confusion cross my younger girls' faces.
All the while her eyes kept moving around the house. The old curtains. The repaired cabinets. The meatloaf on the table. She looked at our life with visible discomfort.
Rosie reached for Owen's hand. That nearly undid me.
Natalie crouched toward Rosie. "Baby, it's Mommy. I missed you so much."
Rosie looked at me, not her.
"Why are you here?" I finally asked.
Natalie stood again, dabbing at tears. "Because I'm ready to be part of this family again."
