At eighteen, Archer sacrificed the final exam question to attend the same university as Gwen.

At nineteen, Archer endured a twenty-hour journey on a green train merely to wish Gwen a Happy New Year.

At twenty-two, Archer and Gwen shared a cramped basement and squeezed onto the subway together.

At twenty-four, Archer proposed to Gwen, vowing to provide her with the finest life.

At twenty-five, Archer achieved professional success and a fulfilling family life.

At twenty-seven, Archer committed infidelity.

At twenty-eight, Archer...

Forget it, I won’t live to see his twenty-eighth year.

But I wonder what twenty-eight-year-old Archer’s reaction to my death would be.