saw him was in the hallway of the family court building, both of them carrying folders, a mediator walking between them. He looked smaller than he had in the kitchen that night. Not ruined. Not broken in any visible way. Just ordinary. The dimensions that had once seemed to fill every room they shared had turned out to be mostly composed of her own fear, and once she had stopped being afraid, there was simply a man with a folder and a schedule and a set of obligations he had signed his name to.
He had said one word at 4:30 in the morning, and he had meant it as a door slamming. But the word had worked differently than he intended. It had opened something instead. Sometimes the word meant to end you becomes the first word of a different sentence, one you get to write yourself.
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