My career was finally taking off.

Everyone we knew was starting families, posting their photographs, and every single time we walked out of one of those clinics I felt like a failure, like less of a man, and I couldn’t — instead of standing next to you, I panicked.

I took the easy way out.

I know that’s what I did.”

“You didn’t just take the easy way out, Mike.” I kept my voice level, because I had promised myself years ago that if this conversation ever came, I would not give him the gift of my anger; I would give him only the truth, laid flat, where he could not wriggle around it.

“Taking the easy way out is a man who leaves.