Chapter One
From the opening pages
There’s a particular, rarely discussed stage of later life where the phone calls start arriving more often than you’d like — not about births or achievements anymore, but about men your own age, men you’ve known for decades, no longer here. It’s a grief that repeats, and I don’t think anything properly prepares you for how it accumulates.
I’ve lost several close friends in recent years, men I worked alongside offshore, men who knew versions of me that almost nobody else still does.
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