MY HUSBAND TOLD ME I’D GO BACK TO NOTHING

at us, at the security, at my face, and then quietly looked away. People always look away when they catch you in the middle of something.

Eleanor’s hand stayed in mine.

“What do you mean,” I said, “I wasn’t the only one.”

“Not here.” She glanced at the lobby, at the reporters who had started to clump near the door like flies on a window. Somebody had continue reading …