” I said.
Not forgiveness. Not yet.
Just later.
He understood the difference.
Outside, the night had gone warm and wet. Richmond in late spring, the sky hanging low, streetlights smeared on the pavement. Mason threw an arm around my shoulders as we walked to the valet stand.
“You okay?” he asked.
“No,” I said.
He nodded. “Yeah. Me neither.”
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