“It’s okay if you miss places,” she said. “That doesn’t mean you want the bad parts back.”
Later that night, after the boys slept, she called Martin.
“He used the visit to recruit them into his self-pity.”
“I’ll have it added to the record,” Martin said.
There was a pause. “How are you?”
She almost answered automatically. Fine. Moving forward. Busy. But Martin had known her too long.
“I am angry,” she said instead. “Not theatrically. Not cleanly. Just… densely.”
“That sounds about right.”
“He still thinks this is about him losing assets.”
“Yes.”
“I don’t think he has ever understood what he damaged.”
Martin’s voice softened. “Some people only understand loss when it’s translated into inventory.”