“What if we’d never left?” Willem would occasionally ask him. “What if I had never made it? What if you’d stayed at the U.S. Attorney’s Office? What if I was still working at Ortolan? What would our lives be like now?” “How theoretical do you want to get here, Willem?” he’d ask him, smiling. “Would we be together?” “Of course we’d be together,” Willem would say. “That part would be the same.”
