Time is a funny thing and something you've always struggled with. Managing time and not wasting a moment has been hard. You wasted time in your last relationship with a man you thought loved you, a man you gave everything—almost all of your firsts taken. You've remarried to a man who does not view time as something to be wasted but as an ocean in a storm, never a river. Your marriage is neither a fairytale nor a nightmare; it just is. One day you're not home and your daughter is upset; her art show is coming up, and it's on a rare weekend spent with her biological father, who never attends. He calls his sister, begging she move her fashion show to New York instead of Paris: "My daughter needs me. Please, sis, I need to be there for her."