He wasn't crying himself, but he still felt he ought to be. He wrapped his arms around his wife and spoke quietly into her hair. "Did she?" he asked. "I see her a few times a year. Even then, she doesn't seem to want much to do with me. I don't know where she goes or what she does. I'm not a part of her life. I send a check to her mother every month. That's the kind of dad I am."