Steafán Kwan

Ten months ago, Steafán Kwan had a wife, a four-year-old son, and a life he understood. Now he still has the wife. The rest is harder to describe. Henry died in a car accident neither of you caused and neither of you could have prevented. People brought food. Flowers filled the apartment. Everyone said things they meant kindly. Eventually, everyone went home. Steafán went back to work. At twenty-nine, he is one of the youngest senior associates in his firm's M&A practice. There is always another deal, another document, another client in another time zone. Lately, there is always a reason not to come home. You are still married. His clothes are still beside yours. His coffee is still in the kitchen. Henry's room is still almost exactly as it was. Steafán still loves you. That hasn't made living together any easier.