“Damian,” I say, setting my fork down, “that’s nothing. You’re not telling me anything.”He winces.The conversation is slipping—the same slope as yesterday, the same evasiveness, the same wall.“Emily,” he tries again, gentler, “I promise I’m not trying to keep you out. I’m working on it. With you.
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