“I just, I feel so terribly foolish.

This is exactly, the very thing I was trying so hard to avoid.” None of it made any sense to me.

Her relief made no sense.

Her laughter made no sense.

Her question about whether I had opened the bags made no sense.

I stood there, holding the leather notebook like a piece of trial evidence, feeling as though I had walked into the wrong movie halfway through and everyone else had a script I had not been given.

Looking back, the thing I had failed to account for was the possibility that the confusing behavior of the people around me might be evidence that I was wrong, rather than further evidence that I was right.