Hey.

I didn’t leave because of anything you said, Theo.

I promise you that.” “Are you sure?” “I’m completely sure, buddy.” “Then why did you leave?” my son asked, with the terrible innocent simplicity of a five-year-old.

And Solomon opened his mouth, and no smooth answer came out, because for once in his life there was no smooth answer to be had.

I knelt too, and put my hand on Theo’s shoulder.