I’ll be right there.

Everything is okay.

I promise.”

And my children, who had just watched their father try to throw their mother out of their home, got up and walked toward the house, and they did not look back at Luca.

Not once.

That was the thing I noticed, the thing that told me they had understood more than I wished they had: they walked past their father, and past Chloe in her white dress, and through the front door into the house they had lived in their entire lives, without a single backward glance at the man on the porch.

Children know.