“This is madness!” he shouted, wheeling to face the pews full of his business partners and, near the back, the local reporters who had come to cover a wealthy heiress’s tragic memorial.

He jabbed a shaking finger at my face.

“Look at her — she’s obviously lying!

She has brain damage from the cold, she’s delusional, she doesn’t know what she’s saying!

Somebody call a doctor, she’s completely out of her mind!”

“I’m out of my mind,” I repeated, and I smiled at him, and it was not a warm smile.