I didn’t open The Life That’s Waiting expecting to be moved. I opened it the way you open a window at dawn—carefully, unsure whether the air outside will soothe you or make the ache more obvious. Brianna Wiest has a way of meeting readers exactly there, in that fragile moment when holding it all together starts to feel heavier than falling apart. This book didn’t rush me forward. It sat beside me. Quietly. Patiently. Almost insistently.   Wiest has always occupied a curious l