“Go,” I order Sal when I make it to my bedroom doors. My hand pauses on the handle, wondering what I might find her doing inside. I listen, but I don’t hear anything. I take a breath.

Pull it together. You’re Callahan Scarfoni, I remind myself, opening the door. When I enter, I don’t see her anywhere. I walk over to the bathroom, searching for her there, and then to my closet, only to find my own shit inside.

It’s a reminder that she has nothing here. Everything she'll ever have from this point forward will come from me. I relish that thought, but not for the reason that I...