Some griefs have names. Others don't.

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There are five dates Tiffany Chu carries like stones in her chest. A best friendship that ended not with a fight, but with silence. A mother's apology that came thirty years too late. A faith dismantled by the very church that built it.

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And underneath all of it: a son who existed for eighteen years, and then didn't.

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The Untangling, Volume 2 is for everyone who has sat in the rubble of something they loved—a person, a belief, a relationship—and had to figure out what to do next. In essays that move from miscarriage to purity culture to the slow death of a grandmother who still asks have you eaten?, Chu writes with the kind of unflinching tenderness that makes you feel less alone at 2 a.m.

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This is not a book that ties grief into a bow. It is a book that stays in the room with you.

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For readers of The Year of Magical Thinking, When Breath Becomes Air, and Crying in H Mart—and for anyone who has ever loved someone they couldn't save.

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The Untangling

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