There are things you need to hear and things I need to see for myself. I’ll be there at two.” He hung up before she could say no. Her apartment looked different in the afternoon light. Smaller somehow, less settled.
When Diane opened the door, Ray understood immediately why — her eyes were red, her composure held together with the particular effort of someone who’d been crying recently and had decided to stop. Behind her the apartment was subtly disrupted. A bag by the couch. A jacket thrown over a chair that hadn’t been there on his last visit.