Mark remained distant even in his efforts. Counseling had made him more careful, not necessarily more honest. He stopped raising his voice in supervised sessions. He learned therapeutic language the way some people learn table manners—useful in public, unconnected to actual character. But every so often the old impatience leaked through. A canceled visit because of work. A complaint about the supervisor. A resentful email about how the court had turned Lily against him. He never once acknowledged that he had done that himself.
Kelly vanished from the visible edges of his life for a while. Whether because the courtroom scared her or because being a mistress is more glamorous before there are court transcripts, I never knew. Once, months later, I saw her car outside a restaurant when I was driving home from Target. I felt a flash of anger so pure it almost tasted metallic. Then Lily asked from the backseat if we could get milkshakes, and the moment passed. That is another quiet truth of motherhood: your rage is often interrupted by snack requests and somehow that saves you.
At the end of summer, Judge Tanner held a brief review hearing.