I did not go to work. I went to Dana.
She opened her apartment door in a robe and immediately said, "Sit." She did not ask what happened. She took one look at my face, put on the kettle, and came to sit across from me at her kitchen table and waited.
I told her. When I finished she was quiet for a very long time, which was not something Dana Kim did without significant effort.
Then she said, "I need you to tell me right now, on a scale of one to ten, how certain you are that he slept with her."
"Seven," I said. "Maybe eight."
"Why not ten?"
"Because he seemed genuinely blindsided. And because she's calculated enough to lie about something like this."
"You think she might be lying."
"I think she came back to this city with a plan," I said. "And I think that plan involves dismantling
