He left us not for a better woman, but for a better audience.

When his mother came to plead with me — Marcus was only “a little naive, a little scatterbrained” — I stopped her cold.

“Naive?

He remembered every one of Dylan’s appointments and allergies and soccer games.

He couldn’t remember his own son’s birthday without a reminder.

That isn’t naive.

That’s a choice, made the same way eighteen years running.” She lowered her head and did not raise the subject again.

And Marcus did not truly believe I meant it until the sheriff handed him the divorce papers and a court order freezing his business accounts pending the audit.