"Claire."
"So you do remember my name."
"You shouldn't be here."
"You shouldn't be alive."
He stepped outside and closed the door behind him. Like I was a problem to be handled quickly.
"I can explain."
"Can you? Can you explain why I spent three years wanting to die because you were dead? Why I scattered ashes in the ocean? Why I've been in therapy learning to live without you?"
"Keep your voice down. Please."