“I love her, and I’m frightened for her.

Three years ago, after Santiago, she kept saying she heard him, that she saw him in me, that he wasn’t really gone.

We all remember how bad it got.

And now.” He spread his hands, sorrowfully.

“Now she’s telling herself he’s alive again.

She’s building a whole story.

I think the wedding brought it all back.

I think she needs help before she hurts herself.” And I saw, standing frozen in my own entryway, exactly what he was doing.