When we were outside the house, Erin and I were worried about Donna's state of mind. Her rare smiles looked fake, and she seemed depressed. She refused to go out or meet with friends. Once, about a month later, Erin cried to me, "Robi, you are the only one who has some influence over her, do something."

"I'd love to help, but how?"

"I don't care: Buy her a new perfume, take her on a trip, or have sex with her..."

"What are you saying?"

"Yesterday, when you were out at the gym, I had a long talk with her. She cried that she missed Dad immensely. They were the...