“Eight weeks,” Harrison said.

The room went very quiet.

“I need you to hear all of it,” he said, “and then you can do whatever you want, including walk out of this house tonight, and I’ll pay you for the year either way.

“I never fully accepted that my wife died in that crash.

I want to be careful about how I say that, because for about eighteen months it was not a belief, it was a symptom.

I went to a grief counselor for a year.