It happened in the study, which was appropriate.
The study was where most things between us had happened — where I had told him the truth, where he had said I believe you, where we had worked and read and sat in the companion silence of two people who have decided not to perform for each other. It had been the primary location of the building of this thing, whatever this thing was. It was appropriate that it was also where the building became something else.
It was the fourth week after the investigation concluded. A Thursday, in the afternoon. I remember the quality of the light: it was the good summer light of late afternoon, the angle low and warm, the kind that made the study feel like a painting of itself.
