me. I had accepted that silence because I loved her.
Now I stood in the room where she had been a frightened teenager, and I wondered whether she had been trying to protect me from a past that had never stopped reaching toward us.
“No,” I said. “I want to know why this room was waiting for me.”
Daniel nodded.
He didn’t tell me what to feel or what to believe. He simply remained beside me while I searched the desk.
The drawers were empty except for a dried pencil
