Part Twelve: Cleveland

She went down at twenty to six in the morning on the nineteenth of November, in a corridor on the eleventh floor of a hotel in Cleveland, forty feet from her room.

I want to set out exactly what happened because the accounts of it are wrong in both directions.

It was not a collapse from exhaustion and it was not a small stumble that was blown out of proportion.

What happened is that she had been up since four working, and she had come out of the room to get me because her phone had died and she wanted a charger, and she had come out without the brace, because she had been sitting, and putting it on alone takes eleven minutes.