The silence in the cab smothered him. “Lydia and I met in college,” he began. “I was in my last year of my degree in architecture, and she was taking the last class she needed to graduate.” He’d been so young then. So enthusiastic. “I got a job straight out of school, working for Lymes and Moore, a big architecture firm. I loved my work. We lived together for a year, then decided to get married.” He sent Maggie a grim smile. “Marriage is good for the corporate image, and God knows I bought into the whole thing. Worked my ass off, and after a couple years, my designs started to get noticed. “Lydia complained I worked too much, and she was right. I did. But she had a great job, too, working for the city in economic development. She came from a poor family, and she liked the money we made. I thought she’d want to start a family right away, because her parents were dead, and she’s an only child, but she said no.
