Chapter 23
I was still thinking about Celeste when Ethan called. Not actively, not in the way I thought about things that required immediate action, but in the background way that significant discoveries lived in the mind for days after they arrived, surfacing without invitation, reshaping the edges of everything adjacent to them. Celeste on a trustee board. My father's name in a seven year old event program. Calloway appearing in his notes as a single unremarkable line on page nineteen that he had written and moved past because he had not yet understood which threads were essential. He had understood eventually. He had run out of time shortly after. I was sitting at my kitchen table with these thoughts when my phone rang and Ethan's name appeared on the screen and I answered on the second ring a
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