Sitting at my desk, I replay and replay the minute of the video where it shows me and Harrison. During the first three times, I cried, during the next three, I was angry, and now all I can do is watch with a blank face, numb. I stare at my face, at the clear discomfort and distress, and I replay and replay it.

It's been a week since I've accidentally mentioned the video to Daniel, and I've decided to tell him. He'd know what to do. Since my mother is staying late at the station, I asked if he'd come over, and by now he is on his way. I...