Chapter One
From the opening pages
Birthdays don’t come with the same cultural script as Christmas or Valentine’s Day. There’s no month-long run-up in the shops, no adverts aimed at what your day is supposed to look like. Which is exactly why the first one after a divorce catches so many people off guard.
No card on the counter. No one who remembers to organise the day. And a strange collision with whatever age you happen to be turning, which was going to feel like something anyway. This short book is about the quiet of the morning, deciding who to tell and how, and building small rituals worth keeping.
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