Some visits were beautiful; others were unbearable.

I discovered I could love her and feel betrayed by her at the same time.

I also stopped idealizing my father.

Walter had loved me, but his silence had taken away the chance to know my mother much sooner.

I kept my distance from Vincent.

He turned over documents, cooperated when he was summoned, and stopped asking where I was.

One day he came to tell me his company had started an outside review.