“Okay, you’re right, and thank you.” Before he could interrupt or derail me again, I continued, “I need to go down there.” Then, without pausing my abstracting train of thought, “You reacted rather strongly to that, and I need to know why,” I pressed.
Alex sighed deeply and said, “Sarah, I am a detective. I am privy to things I do not always share, some that I cannot share, and some...” he trailed off for a moment.
I took my chance to step in. “Alex, I know you are worried about me. Listen, I am not crazy. I was a little... let’s say, ‘broken,’ for a minute there...”
Alex cleared his throat, and gravely interjected, “Three years, two months and seven days.”
Wow. “Yes,” I began, taking pause at that, “so, for a while. I was broken for a while. I had no ability to cope, I had no will to
