He told us the story when he hung up. A story about people we knew, our friends. A story of betrayal after betrayal. Our hearts broke. Why do we ever even risk this? I thought. The pain is so great; it seems so inevitable. I went home and cried and wrote this.
Awhile later, my husband wrote a piece of music. He asked if I had anything to read over it. We recorded this in our basement: Love Remains.