I left the gym before she could look up from the photo. I walked to my car, and I sat there for three hours until the sun went down. My phone buzzed again, but I didn’t look at it. I already knew what it was. The world I had built on a foundation of fifty-year-old lies was gone. I am sitting here in my kitchen now, looking at the empty space where my life used to be. I don’t know where he is, and I don’t know if Kathleen will ever speak to me again. I suppose I deserve that. But the worst part, the part that keeps me awake, is that even after all this time, I still don’t know if I would change a single thing.