He dropped me home just after noon.
I climbed off the motorcycle and handed him the helmet and he took it the same way he always took things from me, carefully, deliberately, making sure our fingers did not touch. I had started to notice that about him. The way he managed the small physical distances between us with the same precision he brought to everything else. Like accidental contact was something to be avoided. Like he had a rule about it that he was following very strictly.
I wondered who had made that rule. Him or whoever had sent him.
I went upstairs and made fresh coffee and stood at my kitchen window and looked down at the street. He had not parked outside this time. He had driven away after I went in and the spot where he usually sat was empty and the emptiness of it was mor
