ld think about was seeing my wife, Jenny. A year is a long time. I spent it overseeing the biggest p

scanning the crowd for her face. I saw her standing near the b

ing wa

a curve it didn't have when I left. It was a round,

t. At least fiv

ed towards her, my carry-on bag sudden

d, her voice a l

to say, my voice ho

up in her eyes instantly, as if s

we need

up in, the city I chose over a life of immense wealth in New York, felt alien. Our ho

e finally

e sobbed, sinkin

o was always hanging around, the one

came out like a

ors said it was almost impossible for him.

process the logic. It was

t about us, Jenny? Wh

raise the baby together. It's a sacrifice, yes, but think of it as me finally repaying my debt to h

recognize her. She wasn't talking about a betrayal. She was talking about a bus

. That' s what mattered to