“Consider this my prescription for what ails you.” Valle bent in closer. “He wasn’t your friend. He wasn’t anyone’s friend. You should let him go. Don’t go running after him—you won’t make it back!” Day was startled to find a hot red feeling behind his eyes, as if he were on the verge of some horrible unraveling. He’d navigated by Stevens his whole life. Stevens was dreadful. But he was his. All those nights—didn’t they mean anything, anything?
