The person who had sent it wanted fear to silence me.

For years, fear had done exactly that to my mother.

At dinner, Lucas and I sat opposite each other with a bowl of pasta between us.

He told me he had submitted a request to extend his leave and would no longer pretend to be going to work.

“I’ve also spoken with my manager,” he said.

“He knows I’ve had a serious family situation.

I didn’t tell him details that belong to you.”