At first I assumed the entire situation must be some strange misunderstanding, yet the moment Adrian stepped inside my modest apartment and saw my sons sitting on the floor building towers from mismatched cardboard blocks and plastic toy cars, something in his expression shifted.
He crouched beside them for a moment, watching quietly as they explained the complicated rules of their imaginary city.
Then he stood and looked back at me.
“Children should never grow up believing their father succeeded by destroying their mother,” he said quietly.
The Man Behind the Calm Voice
Only later did I learn that Adrian Cole was not merely a well-dressed stranger with an unusually composed demeanor.