He had my mother’s eyes.

Dad said it every time and still sounded newly sure.

Dad came out with coffee and two mugs.

He sat beside me and let Leo take his finger.

“Partner board meets Thursday,” he said, as if he were mentioning weather.

“I know.”

“You earned that before any of this,” he said.

“Do not let the story become that a man leaving you created your career.

The career was already there.

You only stopped hiding it.”