(Reese)
I didn't sleep much.
Not because of anything dramatic. Just the particular kind of restlessness that came from lying in the dark turning the same handful of sentences over and over until they stopped making sense as words and just became sound. He knows. Someone told him. He won't say who.
By six I gave up and made coffee in the kitchen instead of staring at the ceiling any longer.
I sat at the table with my hands wrapped around the mug and thought about the conversation again. The part that kept me up wasn't that he knew. It was the way he'd stood there, calm and certain, and refused to give me the one piece of it I actually wanted.
I understood his reasoning. That was the part that annoyed me most. If I tried to argue it logically I lost, every time, because he was right tha
