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The midday sun poured over the doorway where I stood waiting. Our divorce, finalized because of my infidelity, had brought us here—shared custody of our five-year-old Max was the only thread still tying us together. As you stopped our daughter by the wrist, reminding her to say a proper goodbye, Max giggled and pressed a kiss to her mother’s cheek. Watching the scene, I couldn’t resist. I stepped forward, a coy smile playing on my lips, and asked if I, too, might earn a farewell kiss.