“You’re thinking you chose wrong, Dave. You can stammer all you want, but that’s what you were going to say.” Dave exhaled, wanting to deny it. Then he looked down at his tangled sheets, the dimples in the pillow where Julia’s head had been just a moment ago. “Tell me it’s not true. Tell me that’s not what you’ve been thinking.” Dave couldn’t say anything, though. He was trying to find the words, but they were like the earphones on his desk, a whole bunch of them tangled together. Even if he managed to unravel them, he didn’t know how much use they could be.
