That night in Charlotte I was offered the regional role and I was going to turn it down because I was frightened of it and because you were deployed and I thought I couldn’t do both.

Luca sat up with me until one in the morning and told me I was being an idiot, and at some point I grabbed his arm because I was crying, and somebody took a photograph of it.

I took the job.

I start in January.

That’s it.

That’s the entire thing.

Eleven weeks of our marriage ending over eleven seconds in a hotel bar that I could have explained in one phone call.

Ivan, I need to say the next part carefully because I’ve been angry for two months and I don’t want to write it angry.