The sharpness in his voice made Marlowe raise his head.
I set down my fork.
“What do you want from the yard?”
“To be in it.”
“You’ve seen it.”
“From outside.”
“You were inside briefly.”
“Not properly.”
He touched his temple.
“I want to know what else is still there.”
“You may remember nothing.”
“I know.”
“It may hurt.”
“I know.”
“If you become dizzy on the stairs—”
“Reid.”
I stopped.
“I need one part of my life where I’m not lying down while people explain who I used to be.”
The anger beneath the words was earned.
I leaned back.
“All right.”
His shoulders loosened.
“After breakfast.”
“Thank you.”
“We use the stair lift.”
“No.”
“Noah.”
“I can walk down with help.”
“You struggled going up yesterday.”
“I was exhausted.”
