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By summer, I was seeing someone.

I didn’t plan it. I wasn’t looking.

His name was James, and he was a pediatric physical therapist I had met through Mia’s soccer league.

He’d been working with a girl on the team who had a knee injury.

He was quiet and funny, and he had, I noticed early, the habit of listening completely rather than simply waiting continue reading …