“About Dad.

About — you.” He scrubbed his face.

“God, Janet.

All this time I thought — I built this whole story where you were the one who got out and I was the sucker who stayed, and I was so angry at you, and you were —” He stopped.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” “Because you’d have had to pick,” I said.

“And you’d have picked her, because she was here and dying and I was a voice on the phone twice a year, and I don’t even blame you for that, it’s just — I couldn’t watch it.

So I didn’t make you choose.