“Well, he’s friggin’ amazing. Half the staff was gathered around my phone by the end of the video. Rudy, the cleaning technician, actually knows him. I mean—he’s seen Lei perform a few times at the Montreal Opera House.”
I couldn’t concentrate. Had to confess what I’d done. What I’d found out. “Nash…I got drunk last night and I went on such a binge, just clicking and clicking and reading everything I could find on him, and I’m so ashamed.”
“Hey. Hey.” Nash rubbed my arm. “It happens, okay? And he’s a bit of a celebrity, so I’m sure he suspects or even expects people to look him up.”
This morning, after a restless night, I’d had my first coffee on the back balcony and had watched the sunrise, thinking of the Knight family, of what they were going through. But every time I’d thought of Lei, tried to imagine his enormous loss, my mind would wrestle with the thought. It was too tragic. Too heartbreaking to truly understand.