I gave them only what I was legally entitled to hold: the ledger I had built and had authorized access to, the note, the vendor file, and the bank statements from the accounts my name was on.

I gave them nothing from his email.

Not one line.

Five. I waited.

I want to describe those six weeks, because it is the part people ask about with a particular expression on their faces.

I lived with him.

I made dinner.

I went to a benefit at the Natural History Museum in March and stood next to him in a photograph that is still, as far as I know, on somebody’s website.