He cooks dinner while I sit at the table and tell him about my college studies. We eat at the dining table and he makes me eat all my carrots like a good girl.

“You need your vitamins,” he tells me.

I help him load up the dishwasher and I ask him about his job.

He’s an accountant, a partner in his firm. He says he’s always liked numbers. He likes the order and the control. Likes the logic of it. Likes being able to make things add up.

He tells me he works Monday through Friday in an office in town, but that he’ll be able to drop me...