“I’ve tried to focus on the good things,” he continued. “I look at Jack—God, Elle, he’s getting so big—and I tell myself that my world still has a bright, shining spot. I try to do that, Elle, because I know that’s what you would do. But, it doesn’t work. I look at him and all I see is a calendar above him, counting down the years. Elle, the truth of the matter…the truth of the whole fucking matter is that I was never as strong as you. Ever.”