They trick you with it.

She handed me a lie shaped precisely like my own ego, and I put it on, and I wore it for six years, and my sons grew up fatherless inside the time it fit me so comfortably.

Chapter 4 — The Notch

While I stood frozen at the window, one of the little boys stirred, and sat up, and rubbed his eyes, and I got my first clear look at his face.

He had dark, wavy hair.

He had the exact square jawline of my late father, a jaw I had spent my whole childhood looking up at.