Part one: Why did you leave?

I was nearly two when it happened.  My mom had gone through the closet looking for clues.  She found a business card in the pocket of his clothes, my father’s clothes; the clothes she usually laundered.  Looking at the white rectangle business card she held in her hand spurred hot tears.  The logo looked so innocuous, so pleasant- A divorce attorney.  Why couldn’t he find the words?   As a toddler we are encouraged to use words rather than clock  unknowing people bruskly over the head with our toy?  Why couldn’t he find the words?   Not even Goodbye?