“Will you tell her we were happy once?” Warren asked.

“I already have.”

He looked surprised.

“I don’t want her to believe she came from nothing but regret,” I said.

“There were good years.

Then there were choices that ended them.”

When we finished, I walked onto the back terrace and called my agent.

I decided to sell the property and use part of the proceeds to expand a program that helped families reach pediatric appointments they otherwise couldn’t afford.