She read the report.

She is a bookkeeper; she read the numbers first and then the words, which is how she reads everything.

And she put it down and she was quiet for about twenty seconds and then she said:

“I don’t feel anything.”

“Carmen—”

“No, I’m telling you honestly.

I thought I would.

I’ve thought about this piece of paper for nine years, Wes.

I’ve imagined having it.

“And it’s just a number, and I’m forty, and I’ve got a kid, and the thing that actually happened to me didn’t happen because of a number.