But a lapse doesn’t file a cancellation.

A lapse doesn’t sit at a desk two days after his wife’s mother dies and calculate that the refund from an eight-year-old’s plane ticket will just about cover the upgrade to a suite.

That wasn’t a man forgetting a child.

That was a man doing math with one.

Somewhere in Declan’s mind, my son had a dollar value, and it was the value of a canceled fare, and he had converted it into a better view of the ocean without, I think, feeling anything at all.

I had married a man who could look at Jonah and see a line that could be cut to free up budget.