I only allow myself to think of it again in the dead of the night.

The covers are up to my neck and I'm wide awake in the dark. Alone with my thoughts, I realize I can't keep pretending I don't want to know more about Jason's history.

I grab my laptop from the bedside and sit up. Minutes later, there is his face again, splashed across the screen in so much color. I was sure I'd never see him again. I thought I'd chased him away with my high-handedness. He didn't even say ...