When I asked if he was upset, The Reason said he’d mourned the end of our relationship slowly, in private, for months and months. He’d gone through his own piecemeal mourning right in front of me, without a word, smuggled out like a house removed brick by brick. If I had really been paying attention to him, he explained, if I had really loved him, then I would have known what he was feeling. I would have known how dire the situation was. How had I not read his mind?