The tape ended.
“You were enough, Camille.”
For a while, I sat in the blue light with Atlas’s empty side of the bed beside me and his reading glasses still on the nightstand.
Then I called Morgan.
She answered on the first ring.
“You watched it,” she said.
“How long, Morgan?”
She didn’t pretend to misunderstand. That hurt almost as much as the answer.
I called Morgan.
