The Note Nobody Read
I let him finish.
And then I said:
“Three practices, Christopher.
Six years.
La Jolla, then Encinitas, then Newport.
Every one of them told us the same thing, which was that there was nothing wrong with either of us.
You sat in two of those rooms.”
“That’s not—”
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