Here was his paper.

I remember pressing send and feeling, underneath the anger, something cold and clarifying settle into place — the understanding that whatever happened next, some part of the marriage was already over, and could not be un-ended by any number of 99.99 percents.

You cannot un-know that the person who promised to believe in you required a lab to do it.

Chapter 10 — Forty-Five Minutes

He was at Romina’s door in less than forty-five minutes.

His eyes were bloodshot, his collar undone, a week of dark stubble on his jaw.