I pressed my fingers against my mouth like I could physically remove the thought.
"I need to bleach my brain," I said.
Diane was still laughing and I looked at her and despite everything despite the video and my mother and the hearing and all of it I started laughing too.
It lasted longer than it should have.
When it stopped the room felt lighter than it had when I walked in.
"You know the funny thing about it?" I said.
Diane looked at me.
"I've never actually thought about what life was like before my parents got divorced," I said. "Not really. It just always felt like the natural state of things. Them not being together."
"They were miserable together," Diane said. She already knew this. Nine years of friendship meant she had been there for most of it.
"Miserable," I agreed. "Al
