But it so nearly did, and the not-quite of it still makes my breath catch.

Chapter 22 — The End of the Marriage

My divorce was finalized on a gray Tuesday, in an office downtown, with none of the drama a marriage like ours might seem to promise.

By then there was very little to argue over.

The fraud had answered most of the questions a divorce usually fights about, and Julian, from where he now was, had no standing and no leverage and, I think, finally no energy for the fight.

There is a particular deflation to a man like Julian once the thing that powered him is cut off.