For the next twenty minutes rain fell steadily but not ominously, and she watched the wipers push the water back and forth while she made her way back to Edenton, North Carolina. Her Diet Coke sat between the emergency brake and the driver’s seat, and though she knew it wasn’t good for her, she finished the last of it and immediately wished she’d bought another. The extra caffeine, she hoped, would keep her alert and focused on the drive, instead of on Kyle. But Kyle was always there.

Kyle. What could she say? He’d once been part of her, she’d heard his heart beating at twelve weeks, she’d felt his movements within her the last five months of her pregnancy. After his birth, while still in the delivery room, she took one look at him and couldn’t believe there was anything more beautiful in the world. That feeling hadn’t changed, although she wasn’t in any way a perfect mother. These days she simply did the best job she could, accepting the good with the bad, looking for joys in the little things. With Kyle, they were sometimes hard to find.

She’d done her best to be patient with him over the last four years, but it hadn’t always been easy. Once, while he was still a toddler, she’d momentarily placed her hand over his mouth to quiet him, but he’d been screaming for over five hours after staying awake all night, and tired parents everywhere might find this a forgivable offense. After that, though, she’d done her best to keep her emotions in check. When she felt her frustration rising, she slowly counted to ten before doing anything; when that didn’t work, she left the room to collect herself. Usually it helped, but this was both a blessing and a curse. It was a blessing because she knew that patience was necessary to help him; it was a curse because it made her question her own abilities as a parent.

Kyle had been born four years to the day after her mother had died of a brain aneurysm, and though not usually given to believing in signs, Denise could hardly regard that as a coincidence.