He told me what to bring.

And I sat in that chair and was so frustrated I could have cried, because I had come in there with a muddy book and a pencil note and three weeks of fear, and a man in a tidy office had given me an errand.

I said, “That’s all you’re going to tell me?”

And Arthur said: “Yes.”

And then — and this is the only time in four months I saw that man step a single inch outside himself — he said:

“Chloe.