I did one decent thing in that period, though I thought nothing of it at the time.

When I learned Anouk’s mother was ill, I gave the girl a bonus out of my own pocket — quietly, without telling Dulce, because I already understood, without letting myself say it, that my wife would have found a reason to stop it.

It was a small kindness.

I have since learned that small kindnesses, offered without expecting anything, are sometimes the only thing standing between a man and disaster, because they are remembered by the people you forget you were kind to.

Chapter 8 — A Tuesday Night

Everything shifted on a Tuesday night.