Over — ” I couldn’t finish it.

“It was a mistake,” he said.

“A mistake is a wrong turn on the highway,” I told him.

“What you did is not a mistake.

And no amount of you crying at my bedside is going to make it one.”

Chapter 5 — The Recorder

Then I remembered something.

In the last seconds before everything went dark, I had felt something hard pressed into my palm, and I had closed my hand around it without knowing why.