“Then why were you so calm?

The day we signed.”

I looked out the kitchen window.

Sophia was running flat-out across the grass, Lucia chasing her, the dog chasing them both.

“Because by then,” I said, “it no longer mattered what you did.

The day I stopped waiting for you to become someone better was the day you lost every bit of power you’d ever had over my life.”

He had no answer for that, and after a moment I said goodbye and hung up.