“Everything okay?” “Yes, quite good. Thank you.” I let out a deep breath, and as Breaker takes a seat, I say, “Funny how paper is made, right? I watched this documentary—” Breaker pops right back up from his seat and says, “Lia, another word.” Reluctantly, I follow him back to the corner, where I whisper, “What did I do now?” “How about we try this,” he says, with one hand on my shoulder. “You don’t talk at all.”
