It felt as if we had been separated from the world, the only thing remaining being him and I, together in this room. I couldn’t hear anything from anywhere else in the house, making the aura of isolation around us so much greater. He hadn’t moved at all, his forehead still pressed against the door, despite the amount of time that I had allowed to pass us by.
I knew that all he wanted was an explanation of what had happened downstairs. But how did I explain a simple blackout without explaining so much more? The bigger question—and definitely the more important one—was why I was actually feeling the need to tell him more than he wanted to know.
Despite having spent so much time with this man in the last few days, I still felt as if I didn’t know him any better than I did in the moment that
