My sister-in-law mistakenly sent me a photo that was meant for my husband—I smiled, saved it, and waited exactly six months.

my eyes:

* The Christmas Brooke laughed at my haircut in front of his mother.

* The summer she “borrowed” my pearl earrings and forgot to return them.

* The way Daniel always said, “That’s just Brooke. You know how she is.”

I knew how she was. I just hadn’t understood how much of her I didn’t know.

“You know how she is.”

That thought stayed with me. It sounded continue reading …