He looked back twice.

She stepped out onto the porch and pulled the door to behind her, and she folded her arms against the cold, and she waited.

I said: “How old is he?”

“Don’t do this out here.”

“Jessi.

How old is he.”

And she said, “Seven.”

Our divorce was finalized on the fourteenth of November, seven years and six weeks before I stood on that porch.