The Good Mothers

Sarah’s toned, sculpted body filled out her expensive workout clothes, while Lacey’s wrinkled shorts and two-day-old T-shirt hung loose on her increasingly thin frame. For Lacey, having to medicate Elliott in secret had been the final breaking point. Lacey jumped and looked toward the sound, her whole body feeling strung tight, like wire about to snap. So, while everyone else was just entering the raw, early stages of grief, Lacey was at the tail end of hers—ready, finally, to move on.