“No.” Leo shook his head. “I call bullshit. If you really didn’t want me to know, you wouldn’t have said anything at all, Fig. Not even while I stood here with the lie standing right between us, as obvious as my own nose on my face. You might have tried to make something up that may or may not have been believable, but you wouldn’t have told me. You wanted to tell me, you just didn’t know how.” He laughed and shook his head. “Or maybe you weren’t sure I was going to listen. I don’t know. I don’t get it. I mean, when have I ever been that hard to talk to, Fig?”
When Fig spoke, he did it so quietly that Leo almost missed it. “It’s been months.”
Leo gave him a long, hard look. There were tears in Fig’s eyes, but his expression was stoic.
“Maybe longer. Maybe it’s been a year. You haven’t b
