@ofcaliginous (for Will)
It wasn’t easy, being home again. She was confronted with all the faces she’d left behind—forced to explain; to make amends. How could she justify abandonment? She was a policeman. How could she condone giving up? How could she look her family in the eye and apologize? She’d been robbed of a chance at motherhood, but here she was, a mother. The mere thought of it left her dazed, dumbfounded. She was building a life here, again, except everything was different now; more complex and complicated. Over a year had passed, and she was still living in the same hotel, clinging to visitation rights that Will had granted. It wasn’t enough. She wasn’t sure it would ever be. When she got to his door, she knocked obnoxiously loud and yelled through the solid oak. “Open up, Buttercup! We’re going sledding!”