Sora's POVHe comes back the next evening, like he said.
I've already taken Oliver over to Bobby's. Whatever this is, my son doesn't need to sit through it. So it's just the two of us at the little table by the window, the lamp on, the lodge quiet around us. Seven years of marriage and I don't think we ever once sat like this. Just sat. Nothing to perform, nobody to perform it for.
He looks awful. Like he hasn't slept. There's gray at his temples I don't remember, though maybe it was always there and I stopped looking a long time ago.
"I'm not here to ask for anything," he says. "I need you to know that first. I'm not trying to get you back. I know that's gone." He turns his cup without drinking from it. "I just have things I should've said years ago. Let me say them, and then I'll go."
