Shrugging, I say, “It’s why I left Philly. Well, part of the reason. I—” “You lost someone too?” he interrupts sharply, like it’s of critical importance. I blow out a breath. “Yeah.” I hesitate before going on, figuring I should give him something. “Last January.” His eyes sear into mine. “Girlfriend?” Are you like me? I imagine he’s really asking. Seeking. Do you know my pain? Do you see me? I clear my throat and look at Mason head-on. “Boyfriend, actually.”
