part 2 Two months after divorcing my wife, I found her sitting alone in a hospital hallway wearing a patient gown

to the keypad and entered the old code.

Denied.

I entered it again.

Denied.

Linda’s eyes filled with tears. “He told me not to make a scene.”

I gently took her grocery bag, then held out my hand.

“Come with me.”

She looked frightened. “Tom, don’t fight him.”

“I’m not going to fight him,” I said. “I’m going to remind him.”

We walked to the side entrance near the garage. Ethan had forgotten one thing: I had built this house long before smart locks and security apps. I opened the old manual lock with the spare key hidden inside my