He had seen me leave.
He wrote that I was wearing my blue scarf.
I remembered that scarf. Elise had bought it for me because she said the pattern looked like sea glass.
Randall wrote that I had paused beside the curb because the sunlight made me dizzy. He wrote that he opened the passenger door before remembering what he had decided. He wrote that he sat there with one foot on the pavement until I got into Elise’s car.
Then he shut the door.
The letter ended halfway down the second page.
I folded it.
“Were you there?” I asked Wade.
He studied my face. “That day? Yes.”
“You let him watch me.”
“I didn’t know you were there until we pulled in.”
“And after?”
“He asked me to leave.”
“Did you?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“He could barely stand.”
A sick laugh escaped me. “So you protected him from himself.”
