It took a while.

Somebody argued about whether the appetizers had been shared evenly and somebody else said just split them, it’s four dollars, and everyone laughed.

It was the most ordinary scene in the world, and I sat in the middle of it with my heart going like a trapped bird, because I understood that I was watching the thing I had broken my marriage open to make happen, happening, without my having to say a single word.

Chapter 25 — My Share and No More