Silently, he helps me pack my things back into my bag. We had held each other in silence, just entwined, until the pilot called to inform us the jet would be ready for take-off by the time we got to the airfield. Jake watches me steadily but leaves me alone with my thoughts; he knows I won’t talk about this anymore. My wall is up on the matter, and I’m already filing it into the back of my head with all the other crap I never want to face. I won’t bring it up again, much like I never ...