I took a donut, bit into it, and got sugar all over my fingers.

She watched me the way she watches a spreadsheet she doesn’t trust.

“You’re not going to say it, are you?”

“Say what?”

“That you were right, and he was never on one single page of any of it.”

I wiped the sugar off onto the napkin.

“Push back my nine thirty.

And my two o’clock.”