Maya’s eyes had filled.

“By the third week I knew,” Harrison said.

“And by then I had a different problem, which is that I had lied to you for three weeks, and every day I didn’t tell you made the telling worse.

And then Leo said don’t cry, and I thought — God forgive me — I thought, if I tell her now she’ll leave.”

He put both hands flat on the counter.

“So I’m telling you now, with a lawyer and an investigator sitting here as witnesses, and I’m not going to ask you to forgive it.