I had a race about an hour south of home. I’d been to the location before, but somehow, I got lost. Not once—but twice. I went to the wrong address, then a second wrong address, and by the time I realized my mistake, it was too late. I never made it to the starting line.

People often ask me, “Did you know before he was born?” And every time, I pause. Because it’s not a simple yes or no. That question used to land like a rock in my chest—not because I didn’t want to answer, but because it carried this subtle, unspoken suggestion that there might be something “wrong” with Evan.

Too often, we focus on the negatives when looking back on past relationships—the frustrations, the incompatibilities, the moments of conflict. It’s easy to slip into a narrative where an ex becomes a collection of grievances rather than a complex, multifaceted person who, at one point, played a meaningful role in our lives.