“Jen,” Joseph says, repeating her name. Like somebody toying with her. “Jen.” “What?” “I have one question, before I leave.” “Okay?” “And that is – Jen . . . how could you not know?” Joseph cocks his head to the side like a bird. He’s mad, Jen finds herself thinking. He’s totally mad, this man who knows who she is. “Even I thought you knew.”
