“No, Julian,” I said.

“We can’t.

You made your plans a long time ago, and you made them very carefully, and they didn’t have me in them as a person.

They had me in them as a problem to be solved.

There’s nothing left to fix.”

“My mother pushed me into it!” he said, and there it was, the last, smallest version of him, a grown man reaching for his mother to hide behind.