of man who saw the world in black and white, in facts and evidence. He and David had been best friends in college, an inseparable duo, until a bitter

of roasted beans in the air. I told him everything, the words tumbling out of me in

e. He didn't interrupt. When I was done, a wreck of te

"Selective amnesia is real. The trauma of the crash could have created a firewall, blocki

xplanation. It was clinical,

sked, my voice s

tized brain might have just latched onto her as a source of safety, a new anchor point."

ah Miller. You're one of the most brilliant architects in the city. You're beautiful, you're strong. Th

lf return. He was right. I had built a career, a

k," I whispered. "The

lways loved the drama. He loves being the center of the universe. Remember how he'd

in college. I remembered flying to San Francisco for one night just to apologize for a misu

otten the love, but his personality, his ego, it's still there. He's pushing you away beca

, one that fit the David I knew, the man-child I had loved

s we got up to leave. "He'll get tired of the n

t. Mark had given me a new blueprint, a plan of action. David didn't need a wif