TO THE OUTSIDE WORLD, MY WIFE WAS AN ANGEL. BUT ONE NIGHT, I CAME HOME UNANNOUNCED AND HEARD MY SIX-YEAR-OLD DAUGHTER BEGGING BEHIND A CLOSED DOOR. WHAT I WITNESSED THAT NIGHT DESTROYED EVERYTHING I BELIEVED.
The last curve of my fountain pen on the tablet felt heavier than it should have been. It was already past nine at night, and the glass walls of my office reflected a man who looked powerful but empty. Below, Chicago stretched infinitely, its bright and distant lights like stars that no longer comforted anyone….
