Synopsis

The suit felt wrong, a foreign weight against his shoulders. He’d resisted it for years – a symbol of obligation, of the relentless march toward something he wasn't sure he wanted. Yet here it was, purchased with a strange, sudden urgency, all for a dance with Phoebe in 1940. It was a stark contrast to the worn tweed he'd refused in '93, a refusal born of a different kind of reluctance then: the reluctance to embrace the expectations of a life he hadn’t yet fully lived. Now, the expectation felt