If you don’t want to hear it I’ll never contact you again.

I read it eleven times.

Then I typed Where and when, and deleted it, and typed it again, and sent it.

Part Thirteen: La Jolla, Tuesday, Eleven O’Clock

She chose a coffee place in Bird Rock, off the main road, on a weekday morning when it was almost empty.

She was there before me, at a table by the window, with a folder.

I want to describe her honestly.