“Charlie?” “Hm?” “I said, let me review your homework assignment.” “Right—” I push my real glasses up my nose, buying myself time to concoct a lie. “I sort of lost my love letters.” “How does one sort of lose nineteen letters?” Yeah, how, Charlie? “A cat. Ripped them up.” “A cat?” “Came out of the woods. I tried … fighting it, but it was too late.”
