But suffering is not a currency that buys back the years, and grief is not a permission slip for what he did with it.

Plenty of people lose the loves of their lives and do not leave four-year-olds alone with bowls of cereal.

I had watched Keegan grieve his mother, at four, in the only ways a four-year-old can — the sudden crying he couldn’t explain, the questions at bedtime, the year he drew her into every family picture long after she was gone.

He had lost exactly what Warren lost, on exactly the same day, and he had not gotten to fall apart, because he was four and falling apart is a luxury of the grown.

So when I watched the father leap up to cheer for the son he’d abandoned to that grief, yes, something dark turned over in me.