all the people to tell, I told Jeff. I didn’t think of it as a conscious choice, but there was a glee in watching him write and delete replies, the ellipses of his response popping up and disappearing. He was struggling with our shared context, too. What could he say to that? How could he side-step this one, the closest we’d come to discussing our relationship and how it ended? I put him in an impossible place, and I watched him scramble up the high, unscalable walls of this little prison. I wanted him to starve in there.
