While I Was at Lunch With My Daughter My Neighbor Called and Asked Why Someone Was Loading Boxes From My House

about the restaurant, about Derek’s laugh, about the look that had passed between them in the time it takes to blink.

I told Victor I had spent forty years acting normal around people who were committing crimes. I could manage a few more weeks.

Those weeks were the hardest sustained performance of my professional life.

I sat across from Lisa and Derek continue reading …