I end up sitting in the luxury leather passenger in Donovan’s SUV as we head toward the Italian deli that I originally thought we would go to. Our drive is in relative silence, but it’s not uncomfortable. Behind us, one of Donovan’s bodyguards tails us in a black sedan. It’s surreal that he needs a bodyguard to go to a restaurant next to a movie theatre.

“So, what’s it like being back?” I find myself asking, thinking about Cameron and my conversation earlier ...