I realize I’m tracing his lips in the photo, like a total creeper. Maybe reading his file will help me not keep replaying that k-i-s-s over and over. If there’s something incriminating in here, maybe I’ll stop feeling all these swooping things in my belly that I refuse to call butterflies. It’s INDIGESTION. And this file could be like my antacid to settle me once and for all. Taking a breath, I begin to read.
