He looked at the envelope in my hand and then at the simple cotton shirt I wore.

“You seem different,” he said.

“I’ve been busy,” I answered.

He almost smiled.

“I keep thinking about the night you called.”

“So do I.”

“I tell myself that if I could go back, I’d leave that party immediately.”

I didn’t know what to do with a statement that should have been obvious before our son was born.