We sort of run out of stuff to say, though not in a bad way.
There was something peaceful in the silence between us, an impulse towards togetherness as powerful on its own as the impulses that had led us to misbehave in a fire escape not so very long ago.
I thought Matthew was busy to do billionaire things, or whatever he was doing in the other room, but he didn’t.
He just sat there beside me on the sofa and let me rest my head against his arm, while my thoughts turned, helplessly.
Until I found a hard, cold crystal of fury at within me. And while I was all too familiar with the false comfort of getting angry instead of being sad, this was different. It didn’t feel like strength. It felt like a splinter I needed to pull out.
“When you find him,” I said. “I want to be there.”
Matt
