“What else?”
“I would take more photographs with you instead of of you.”
“You have hundreds.”
“Mostly when you weren’t looking.”
“Creepy.”
“Documentary.”
“What else?”
I looked toward the dark windows.
“I would tell you sooner when I was frightened.”
Noah became still.
“Were you frightened often?”
“Not before the accident.”
“After.”
“Yes.”
“What scared you most?”
“That you would die before I reached the hospital.”
His hand tightened.
“Then that you would wake and not know me.”
“That happened.”
“Yes.”
“What scares you now?”
“That you will believe caring for you is destroying me.”
His head lifted from my shoulder.
“Is it?”
“No.”
I answered sharply.
“No. It is exhausting. It is painful. It has changed everything. But you are not the thing causing harm.”
“The accident is.”
“Yes.”
“The missing money?”
