The clip ended before my objection.

I closed it, but my pulse continued racing as if I were still standing beside the refrigerated cases.

Dana came over after work, brought lentil soup in a glass container, and found me washing the same clean spoon for the third time.

She did not ask whether I was upset with Vincent or Grant.

She simply took the spoon, set it in the rack, and asked what I needed.

I said I wanted the full story available somewhere, not a story edited into a fantasy about two powerful men fighting over me.