Shannon smiled and Will saw her. Chris. Shannon’s mother. His wife. Soon to be ex-wife. Suddenly Will remembered a last: the last time he’d seen Shannon cry. April, one year ago. He and Chris had sat Shannon down at the kitchen table and told her they were separating. Shannon wasn’t a crier. But she’d cried then. He’d moved out that weekend. Will realized a couple of his own personal lasts. And they were all regrets.
