“June, look, I can’t. I really, really can’t. You weren’t there. You don’t know …” It wasn’t the first time he’d said something like that, and the words hung there. You weren’t there. You don’t know. I didn’t say anything at first. I let those words worm their way through my head. I let them slither right down into my heart. I nodded slowly, then flipped the notebook closed with one finger. I stood up and pretended to look at my watch. “Oh, June. Don’t go. I … You don’t know what it was like. You don’t—”
