He reads the document. I watch him read it. His face does something I have never seen it do and I don't know how to help him and I stay anyway.
He picked it up without saying anything. Unfolded it. Began to read.
I sat across from him and kept my hands still in my lap and said nothing.
I had learned his silences by category by now … the tactical ones, the waiting ones, the ones that meant he was deciding something. This one didn't fit any of those. It was the silence of someone standing in a room that used to be something else, trying to make sense of the new dimensions. Something was happening behind his face and he was not letting it out and I watched him not let it out and it cost him.
I could see it costing him.
The document was eleven pages. The original incident report, three ye
