What got me to open the door was Claire. When I thought about her leaving a husband who’d been her whole world to make her own way. To go on tour with strangers who could barely give a shit after she’d been in a car accident. How she’d confronted me on that last day when I would have done anything to avoid it. The way she held my feet to the fire in the end, telling me it didn’t have to be that way. I’d never met a braver woman. She was quiet about it. So quiet, it was easy to miss. Maybe most people did, but I’d seen her. She’d seen me too. She saw me for the coward I was.
