Not because she was angry with me. Because she looked terrified she’d say too much.
« Let him tell you. »
« Tell me what? »
She shook her head.
« He has to tell you. It can’t come from me. »
Then the elevator doors opened.
She got inside.
I stood there watching her disappear.
For two months, that girl had barely left my son’s side.
Now she was walking away like staying another minute might destroy her.