Denny is so very sad; he will miss me so much. I would rather stay with him and Zoë here in the apartment and watch the people on the street below as they talk to each other and shake each other’s hands. “You’ve always been with me,” Denny says to me. “You’ve always been my Enzo.” Yes. I have. He’s correct. “It’s okay,” he says to me. “If you need to go now, you can go.”
