And he came home with flowers, which he had never once done in six years of marriage, and he apologized properly, and he said the thing I had quoted back to people at dinner parties for a decade: we’re not doing that again.

We don’t go to sleep angry in this house.

I had told that story to at least twenty people.

It was, in my head, the moment my marriage grew up.

“It was one night,” Logan said on that landing.

“One.

And I told her at the time that Hannah and I were basically finished — we’d just had that whole thing, and I was—”

“You told her you were separated.”