Then, after lunch, I called Sarah Levin, my best friend and one of the sharpest divorce attorneys in New York.
“Can you meet tonight?” I asked.
There was a pause.
“Your voice is very quiet,” she said.
“I know.”
“I’ll be there at seven.”
That evening, I saw Michael pick Maya up outside our office.
She wrapped her arms around his neck.
He kissed her hair.
