me one morning.
“So,” he said, “are you staying?”
“I think so.”
He nodded.
“You don’t have to.”
“I know.”
“That’s why it matters if you do.”
We stood by the side garden. The suite windows caught the morning light. Inside, I could see the edge of my little table, the place where the first folder had opened, where Claire had cried, where the children had mixed continue reading …
