He arranges the world so that keeping his secret feels like love.

Ernesto kept quiet to protect his family.

I kept quiet to protect my mother.

We each thought we were being good.

And all the while we were simply being managed, our best instincts turned into the bars of his cage, until my wife walked in and named it — not protection, control — and the whole elegant machine, which had run so long on our own decency, began to come apart.

Chapter 10 — Every Man Decides