fight club

I am the one who left. The calculus is not quite that clear, but it is true, a fact, and it serves for the moment. When I give my son a small medallion and explain to him that the figure on it is his guardian angel, who will always be with him and who can see into his heart, I am the one who cannot breathe when he hugs me and asks sadly: Can she see that I miss my Mommy?

—from “Fight Club,” published in Because I Said So, HarperCollins, 2005