The piece is just seven minutes long, so I put it on repeat and turn onto my side with my back to Meredith’s back, three feet of demilitarized space between us in the bed, but our hearts infinitely further apart. I try not to, but I can’t help crying as Max’s sonata washes over me. Because of its beauty. Because I’m losing Meredith, and I’m not sure I want to stop it.
Cause of divorce: horny for AI.
