He told his son that he could fight for the duplex if he wanted to.

He told him that if he did, he should understand that his father would attend every single hearing, and would sit on his wife’s side of the room, and would say so to anyone who asked.

“That’s not a threat,” Arthur told me he’d said.

“It’s a schedule.”

Luca signed the following week.

Part Eleven: The Cost of the Truth

What nobody tells you about leaving is that you don’t leave a man.