both do.”
She never wrote back. That’s okay.
Max still sees the girls every other weekend. Things are different, though.
He doesn’t say mean things about me in front of them anymore. Ava says he’s quieter. Sadder. He moved into an apartment by himself. He stopped going to the gym so much.
Last month, when he dropped them off, he stood at my door for a long moment after the girls ran inside.
“Hannah,” he said. “Can I ask you something?”
“Okay.”
“That mirror.” He looked down at his shoes. “Claire left it. When she moved out. It’s in my apartment now. In the bedroom.” He paused. “I look at it every morning.”
I didn’t say anything.
“I don’t like what I see,” Max said quietly. “I’m trying to fix it.”
I looked at him. At this man I’d loved for thirteen years. At the gray coming in at his
