“I’m sorry,” Noah said as soon as we started driving. I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t sure what I could say. “Manny, I’m sorry.”

“For?” I really didn’t know what he was apologizing for. Being f*cking insane? Do people apologize for that?

“For…exploding like that. And springing this on you. I meant to say it, well, in a way that didn’t seem so psychotic. And neurotic.”

“It’s just…it’s a lot, Noah. We broke up for a reason. We weren’t ...