You don’t need lawyers.

We’re family.

The fury that settled over me then was a different animal from the grief of the affair.

Learning that Ivan slept with Renata had broken my heart, and a broken heart, at least, is a human thing that heals in a human way.

This was something else.

Learning that he had taken the one unrepeatable thing — my son being born — and turned it into a move on a board, a window, a sweep, told me I had been married for years to a man with a blueprint where his heart should have been.

You don’t rage at that.