“He was the happiest he ever was when he was with you,” his mother Jeanny said when she first called with the news. “You were the love of his life. There was no one after you.”

“No one?” I counted the years. Lance and I had broken up 11 years ago.

“No one.”

He would still be alive if you hadn’t left him. She didn’t speak the words, but I could hear them behind everything she said.