His hand moved toward my coffee as I picked it up.

He withdrew when he saw I had hold of it.

I couldn’t know what that movement meant.

In the days after the punctures, ordinary gestures had become difficult to leave ordinary.

I noted nothing about it.

Fear could make a record less accurate if I turned every movement into a clue.

Dana later told Victor that cooperation meant following the handling restrictions and allowing separate answers, not correcting my statements or completing Noah’s.

He said he understood.