“Because I don’t know how to stop,” Ray said.
“I met someone,” Ray said suddenly.
“You promise?”
He stared at the screen for a long time. Then he turned off the phone, put it in the glove compartment, and got out of the car.
“It’s Ray. Can I come up?”
He knocked on her door. When she opened it, hair a mess, wrapped in a too-big hoodie, she smiled.
“Nothing. I had a dream about you.” Bruce’s voice was thin, phlegmy. “You were standing in a field. All alone. There were birds circling. You looked tired, Ray. Really tired.”
“Yeah?” Her voice was groggy, soft.