MAXWELLElise waited until Ambrose was in the bath.That was new. She had used foyers and car roofs and, yesterday, a lobby. Tonight she used the landing, where the water running behind a door made a three-year-old technically present and practically absent.“You can hear him,” she said. “So I won’t raise my voice. I went to her clinic. I didn’t bring him. I said what a mother is allowed to say in a public hall. She walked upstairs like I was a stain.”I kept my hands in my pockets.“You went to her workplace after counsel told you the boy’s mouth was closed. That’s not concern. That’s a second front.”Elise’s smile did not reach the part of her that had watched me on rugs.“The second front already exists. It has a heartbeat. I didn’t name it downstairs. I’m naming the shape of it to you, where he can’t repeat it. A lobby is not a stair. A stair is not a court. You keep coming here full-hour and going home to a woman who won’t show a room. Tell me which life is the real one, Maxwell,
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