didn’t look up.
“Do you miss them?”
He frowned.
“The kids?”
“No.”
I searched for the right words.
“Do you miss being Dad like this?”
His hand went still.
Susan continued drinking.
For several moments, the only sound was the tiny pull of her mouth against the bottle.
Finally, Greg looked down at her.
“That’s ridiculous.”
“I didn’t say it was.”
“They’re adults. They’re happy. They’re doing well.”
“I know.”
“Michael has a career he loves. Emma finally bought that condo she wanted.”
“I know.”
“We did what we were
