Devon asked why I’d taken so long; I blamed the morning traffic on the expressway.

He nodded, entirely unsuspicious, and I understood that his certainty about me was so total it had become a blind spot.

He could not imagine me acting.

He had spent so long telling me who I was that he’d come to believe it more completely than I ever had.

I watched Coralie Pruett all afternoon.

Every time Devon stepped out of the room, she stepped in.