(Helen's POV)
Life can be funny sometimes. It has a way of humbling you when you least expect it.
Three years ago, I walked out of a marriage most women would have killed for. Good husband. Beautiful house. Healthy finances. And a daughter who, despite everything, had Jason's eyes and my stubborn mouth.
I left anyway.
I tell myself it was complicated. That Rose's diagnosis changed things. That I was too young, too restless, too fundamentally unsuited for the particular kind of motherhood autism demands. And all of that is true, by the way. Every word of it.
But if I'm being honest the truth is simpler and uglier than that.
Rose embarrassed me.
God, that sounds terrible even inside my own head. But there it is.
I'd imagined motherhood a certain way. Weekend brunches with the baby in
