Thirty days to forever
He tells me to take all the time I need, which from him means call me back before anyone else does, and we hang up, and I sit at my kitchen counter with my coffee going cold and four days gone out of thirty and absolutely no closer to an answer than I was a week ago.
Four men in six days. Damian with his memo. Kai with ten years of silence breaking open in one sentence I still haven't fully recovered from. Theo, who quoted my grandfather back to me like a ghost and then told me to go looking for something in the will that Mr. Okafor never mentioned. And now Marcus, offering himself up like a foregone conclusion, like the only reasonable ending to a story he's been quietly writing since I was