implying anything.” He put the spoon down. “You know I don’t think that way. I don’t go for hidden messages, or subtext or any of those other complex ways of communicating. I was simply saying that romantic, heady times can be real, too.”
Was she overreacting? “All I’m saying is that they’re still in the dizzy whirlwind stage. They’re not arguing about who is going to change a lightbulb or cook dinner. They haven’t had to cope with things going wrong. We both know there will be challenges. That’s life. They barely know each other. I’m worried this is the wrong decision.”
“If it’s the wrong decision, then it’s their wrong decision.” He took a sip of coffee. “And people who know everything there is to know about each other can get divorced, too.”
She felt herself flush. “I know that, obviously, but—oh, never mind.”
This was often how a discussion between them ended, with her giving up. It hadn’t always been that way. At the beginning, they’d talked about everything but somewhere along the way that had stopped. Conversations had gone from deep to shallow and practical.
Can you pick up Rosie’s prescription on the way home?
At some point she’d stopped sharing with him and it occurred to her now that she had so many thoughts and emotions that he knew nothing about. She’d never told him she sometimes felt inferior next to him, even though she knew deep down that she wasn’t. She felt, somehow, that she’d forgotten how to be her.
She remembered attending a parents’ evening where the teacher had said oh you’re Katie and Rosie’s mother as if that somehow became an identity. At the time it hadn’t bothered her because she was their mother. And she was Nick’s wife.
Who else was she? Lately that question had started to trouble her.
Nick put his mug down on the table. “You’re upset.”
“A little, yes. I’ve been looking forward to Christmas for so long. I brought the decorations down from the attic last week, and the cake is made—” She finished her coffee. “Ignore me. Christmas is just a day. We can all get together some other time.”
Nick frowned. “We’ll all be together in Aspen, but we both know that’s not why you’re upset.”
She put her cup on the counter. “What do you mean?”
“You’re not upset because of Christmas. You’re upset because our Rosie is marrying an American. You’re thinking that she might choose to live there permanently. Have kids there. Grow old there.”
Maggie felt as if someone had punched the air from her lungs.
She’d been trying not to think about that. She hadn’t allowed herself to think about that part of the equation.
She’d kept her thinking short term. Christmas. That was about all she could handle. But Nick was right. Deep down that had been her fear from the moment Rosie had made her announcement.
Maybe he knew her better than she thought he did.
She felt a surge of emotion that felt almost like grief. When Rosie had moved to the US to study it had shaken her, but she’d told herself that it was only a short-term thing. Not for a moment had she considered the move might be permanent.
“I feel as if I’ve lost her.” She wasn’t going to cry. That would be ridiculous. All that mattered was Rosie’s health and happiness. “You probably think I’m the most selfish mother on the planet, wishing she’d come home.”
“I don’t think you’re selfish. I think you’re a great mother, you always have been. Perhaps a little too good.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You put those girls ahead of everything else.”
“You make it sound like a sacrifice, but it wasn’t. I loved being there for our girls. If I had my time again I wouldn’t change a thing.” Some people had big dreams and big goals, but Maggie enjoyed the smaller things. The first buds appearing on the apple tree, the soft scratch of pen on paper as Katie had done her homework at the kitchen table, the scent of fresh laundry, the joy of the first cup of coffee of the day, and the sheer pleasure of a book that transported her to another life and another place.
But it was true that taking two career breaks had narrowed her choices. And then there was the fact that she’d built up goodwill with the publishing house where she worked. Because they trusted her to get her work done, they were flexible when she needed time off to care for Rosie. Worried that a new employer might