I had no desire to pretend the legal documents resolved the moral question.

But I wanted him to see the practical reality his boast had erased.

“My name is on those pages, too,” I said.

“Your opinions do not change that.”

He pushed the folder away.

“You’re being dramatic.”

I did not argue with that word.

I had finally begun to understand its purpose: to move attention away from his decisions and onto my response.