“What do you mean, vanished?” “He just disappeared.” “Uh-huh. Is there any chance you could be imagining this?” Something about the way he said that annoyed me. “I’m not imagining it. I need you to believe me.” “I do believe you.” But I could tell he didn’t totally believe me. He only partly believed me. Part of him was just humoring me. Which makes me angry, if I’m honest. So angry I have to stop here—or I might write something I’ll regret.
