“Sometimes adults need time to understand difficult things,” I answered, choosing every word carefully. “Your father and I… we need that time right now.”

Jimi thought for a few seconds, his eyes attentive, too mature for a five-year-old.

“Like when I get upset and want to be alone before talking?” he compared.

I tried to smile.

“Like that.”

He looked at me.

“That’s okay. But I want to see Daddy. Because I don’t need time,” he smiled, “because I already spent a long ...