“What happens after we reach this part?”
“We decide where to walk next.”
That answer became the start of a new tradition.
Every year on Caroline’s birthday, Emily and I chose somewhere neither of us had visited.
Sometimes a museum.
Sometimes a mountain trail.
Other years, simply a new restaurant where we ordered dessert first.
It allowed Caroline’s memory to become part of movement rather than only grief.
Vanessa eventually sent Emily a written apology through our attorney.
She admitted that jealousy toward Caroline’s memory had turned into resentment toward
