be you.”
Tessa went silent.
Then she asked, “What did he say?”
I read the conversation aloud.
When I finished, she said, “He told me I knew what it was?”
“Yes.”
“He spent two months telling me he wanted a future with me.”
“What would you like to do about that?”
Her voice steadied.
“What did you have in mind?”
We met the next afternoon at a coffee shop across town.
Tessa looked like her photographs, only more tired. Dark circles framed her eyes, and she kept twisting a silver
