Chapter 146

Dan had no clue of what I was going through until the night we saw Saving Private Ryan—I didn’t want to, tried to come up with anything else to do, anything at all, but it was on cable and Dan hadn’t seen it yet, I couldn’t find a good enough reason to say no. And I thought I did just fine, closing my eyes during most of it, cuddling into his chest when there was fighting onscreen, getting up for drinks if it got toobad. But that night I woke crying into my pillow, my lover’s name over and over again, while he held me tight. “Michael, please,” he sighed, rocking me in his arms, terrified by my sobs. “Baby, what is it? God, tell me what’s wrong, please.”