“I know what day it is.”

“Look.” A rustle of his collar.

“Look, whatever you think you found, whatever somebody showed you, we can sit down about all of it when we get home.

Right?

But right now you have to call them.”

I held the phone away from my ear and looked at Helen.

She hadn’t moved.

Her tea had gone cold in her hands, and she was watching my mouth the way she watched a signature.