Moffy grips the doorframe, about to leave. “I am the same enough,” he reiterates, and I realize he’s afraid I’ll think he’s too different to trust or love this time around. It’s a rational fear. Because I’m thinking, can I trust him? He’s right—he only knows what he’s seen. Maybe I need to enlist Detective Donnelly to help me. I throw up a Vulcan salute, not wanting him to worry much. “Thanks, memory guide,” I tell him.
