“Yes,” said Ruiz.

“As of tonight, and I’d like you to let me arrange it.”

I spent the last four nights of my marriage in a hotel eleven minutes from my own house, which somebody else paid for, and I did not tell my son, and that is the only significant thing I have ever kept from Toby.

They took him at 6:04 on the Tuesday.

Ruiz told me about it afterward, once, briefly, because I asked and because he decided I was entitled to it.