When he finishes the book, he begins to ask me all sorts of personal questions. I don’t hold back. I tell him about Silas. About my Hugh. About what I’ve been doing to drown my sorrows. He’s understanding, though he knows he has no way to empathize. But he says that I can stay with him for a while until I get back on my feet. I tell him I want to go back to the United States, back home.
“You probably shouldn’t, with the civil war going on.”
“What?”
“You haven’t heard? Six months ago, a bunch of states seceded from the union because of the new president’s stances and reforms. I mean, it’s totally my opinion, but the new president fixed the border stuff happening and smoothed out the process of immigration. Then she finally got comprehensive healthcare passed again, and is working on assa
