I was describing a tide about to go out.

He was about to see the whole coastline I had been holding back for ten years, every rock of it, and he was going to have to hold it back himself now, with the same two hands he’d used to sign another woman’s expense reports — and I already knew, with a calm that felt almost like kindness, that he could not do it, and that the not-being-able would teach him more than any speech of mine ever could.

Chapter 9 — Maplewood

The next morning Mia and I moved into a bright two-bedroom apartment in Maplewood.