Chapter 20

At nine the next morning, Evelyn and I entered the mediation room. Mason was already there. He wore a dark sweater. There was no trophy, no gift, and no prepared statement on the table. He turned off his phone and placed it in his bag. The mediator explained the rules. We weren’t there to decide who was a good person or retry championship night. We were there to address the house, our accounts, prenatal expenses, and basic plans for the baby. Mason looked down at the documents. "Let’s...