So I sat across from him.
“Then we find out.”
We drove there that afternoon.
For most of the trip, Adrian alternated between nervous chatter and long silences.
”What if he’s dead?”
“He signed the letter.”
“That doesn’t mean recently.”
“Please do not become more dramatic than the situation already is.”
He stared through the window.
“What if he wants to meet me?”
My grip tightened on the steering wheel.
“Then you decide what to do.”
”What would you do?”
The honest answer was that I would slam the door
