Chapters (108)
- Cover
- ALSO BY JILL SANTOPOLO
- Dedication
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- iii
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- v
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- vii
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- ix
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- x
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- xi
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- xii
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- xiii
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- xiv
- xv
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- xvi
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- xvii
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- xviii
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- xix
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- xxi
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- xxiii
- 31
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- xxvii
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- xxviii
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- xxix
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- xxxi
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- xxxii
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- xxxiii
- acknowledgments
- about the author
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Priya shrugged. “Not that your life will follow the same path as his, but I’d hate for you to sacrifice one dream while you’re trying to pursue another.”
“I guess I should be grateful I have the ability to try for both.” Emily sat down on the couch after filling her mug.
“You can be grateful, and it can still be hard,” Priya said, filling her own. “But on a happier note, Neel and I have a babysitter booked for your show. He’s flipping out that we got VIP passes.”
Emily laughed, happy to focus on the show instead of on pregnancy. “Well, you’re my Very Important People,” she said.
Priya shook her head. “It really is incredible. Your life from a few months ago to now is a hundred percent different. How does Ezra feel, now that the show is getting closer?”
Emily thought about her answer. “He’s happy for me. But I think he’s worried, too, that all this work we’ve done won’t last. Our relationship is so different than it was when we got married, but I think I like this version of us better. It’s messier, but it feels stronger.”
“And you and Rob?” Priya asked.
Emily leaned against the arm of the couch. “He’s been a really good friend. And a huge champion. He made all of this possible. Ari thinks he has an ulterior motive, but I’d like to think that he doesn’t. That he was being honest in Mexico when he agreed to be friends, nothing more.”
Priya nodded as she added milk to her tea from the pitcher Emily had left on the coffee table. “I’d like to think that, too.”
Both women were quiet for a moment.
Emily was so glad that she and Priya had crossed from work friends to actual friends who would hang out together regardless of who worked where.
“How are my kids doing?” Emily asked. Priya had taken on a lot of Emily’s patients when she left. She hadn’t realized how hard it would be to leave them, and she still thought about them all the time.
“All trucking along,” Priya said, taking a sip of tea. “Have you heard from Tessa?”
Now that Tessa wasn’t her patient anymore, she sent Emily an email from time to time.