find anything useful to say.
“So I found the list,” she continued. “I thought if we did something that belonged to us, maybe we could stop acting as if wanting to be together was always an accident.”
“You could have told me.”
“Yes.” She met my eyes. “And you could have asked.”
I nodded.
There was fairness in the answer and no comfort. We had both participated in making the friendship a place where almost everything could be said except the thing most likely to alter it. I could not
