Michelle
"I don’t see how this concludes anything," I said to Barry.
Now, he was back in my apartment, his hair back to its usual dark color. His face had returned to its usual dull lack of expression.
"You don’t? Or you will," he said simply. "It’s fine if you won’t. But if you don’t, that’s an entirely different case. I can’t convince you to see things you don’t want to see."
"That’s not what I’m saying," I replied, rubbing my knuckles over the exposed wooden part of my armchair. It was old, sue me. "I want to see what you mean about Williams, I really do. If you could just point me in the right direction—"
"Haven’t I been doing that for a while now?" His voice was low.
Suddenly, he broke out into laughter. "I’m kidding. It’s usually very hard for normal people to figure out they’r
