way, the lesson he’d tried to teach with a will: that the things you can photograph are not the things that hold you up. I did not gloat. I didn’t have to. Thomas had arranged the whole lesson years in advance, and I just had to stop paying to delay it.
My relationship with Jared is distant and quiet now. He has, in the time since, shown occasional flickers of understanding — a sense, I think, that he chose the wrong things and the wrong wife’s values and the wrong way
