Julian stayed quiet for a while after I finished reading. I could feel his eyes on me, but he didn’t push for a reaction. The headline sat between us like something we had both agreed not to touch, though we were looking straight at it. The photograph on the screen was so familiar to me I could recall what I had been thinking when it was taken, and it had nothing to do with arrogance or dismissal. I had been tired that night, smiling at someone I barely knew because that was what the evening ...