And the moment I saw his face, my anger evaporated, because David’s face was the color of paper.

There is a specific dread that arrives when you see, on the face of someone who knows something you do not, the reflection of how bad that something is.

I had not yet heard a single word, and already, from David’s face alone, I knew that whatever was coming was going to be very bad, and that the ordinary afternoon I had walked in with was already over.

The body understands these things before the mind will let itself.