I put it on the fridge beside Trevor’s childhood photograph and the certificate from my accounting course.

For years I’d measured a successful day by whether everyone else had eaten, arrived on time, and gone to bed satisfied.

That evening, I measured it by whether I’d enjoyed my own company.

I had.

PART 20: The Long Drive

In June I drove to Denver to visit Trevor and Elise.

I had never made the trip alone before.

Roger had always driven, chosen the route, and complained that I packed too many snacks.