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The people we were died at the exact moment our child did. By Danielle Crittenden ILLUSTRATIONS BY SOPHIA DENG My husband, David, hates Valentine’s Day. He once called it “New Year’s Eve with nuclear weapons.” I pretend not to care. Still, when the day passes entirely un remarked on, a woman can’t help but feel over- looked. ¶ On Valentine’s Day 2024, David found a way out. He booked a speech on February 14 that required traveling from our home in Wash- ington, D.C., to Toronto. I couldn’t object—he was getting paid. Anyway, I had my own plans: an “anti–Valentine’s Day” dinner hosted by one of the foreign embassies. As I got ready, I called our oldest daughter, Miranda. …
摘自《大西洋月刊》(The Atlantic)2026年5月5日,Danielle Crittenden。仅引用开头一小段供了解文章,版权归原刊所有,全文请阅读原刊。