Paul tried to get the pieces of his life to match. Although he thought himself bright and intuitive, he could not comprehend the past four years.
He could not understand how he left his Grandma’s house to marry and move into an apartment with Daraja.
He could not understand how his Grandma could become sick and he never knew, and no one told him.
And then she died.
She died and he had no one. All he had was his job. A crummy awful job. And it was at the job that he was served the final decree in his divorce.
Paul read it, didn’t understand it. A coworker told him that he was now free. He should start a new life.
Paul didn’t begin to understand.