Curtis told me about two o’clock in the morning on the thirteenth of October, standing outside the family lounge on the fourth floor, holding two cups of coffee, one of which was for me.

He did it casually.

That is the word and I have thought about whether it is fair and it is.

He said — and I typed this into my phone four minutes later, in a stairwell, before I did anything else, and this is verbatim from that note:

“I’ve been thinking about it.

It was probably the two a.m. change.

Her leg got caught when I was lifting her hips up and she screamed.