He waves off my apologies with a slightly impatient hand. “Whatever that shit was with the birds, the answer is that I can’t know. If it weren’t for me, maybe Scout could have ended up with someone better, who wasn’t missing parts. But every word out of his mouth and everything he’s ever done tells me I’m what he wants. And the fact that it doesn’t make sense, that it goes against logic? That’s his problem, not mine. My job is just to believe him.”
