"Mr. Rogers, I'm working late tonight. You can head home."My wife, Rachel Lloyd, walked out of the conference room and passed right by me without slowing down. She tossed the words over her shoulder and headed straight for her office.I stood up, about to say something, when her phone rang.The moment she answered, her voice changed. It turned soft and almost playful."Jeff? You're here? Okay, I'll come down and get you."Jeff.Jeff Gibson.Rachel's college sweetheart, who had spent the past three years abroad, was finally back.I watched her disappear into the elevator, then let out a bitter laugh. I pulled out my phone and texted our daughter Noelle Rogers’ preschool teacher.Zane: [Ms. Porter, I'll be there on time to pick Noelle up today.]The teacher replied almost immediately.Ms. Porter: [Okay, Mr. Rogers. Noelle drew a picture today. She said she wants to give it to her mommy.]I stared at the word ‘mommy’, and something twisted painfully inside my chest.Noelle h
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