Annalee waited until they were at their beach, the one at White River Park, with the best view of Indianapolis. She used to say time stood still here. Tommy sat close to her and took her hands. “We don’t have to talk.” Annalee nodded. She needed a minute. The truth was still a terrible nightmare, nothing real, or possible. How could she put into something she was only beginning to grasp? She pressed in closer to Tommy, her knees against his. in an hour, the sun would disappear behind the buildings, and night would come. Which would lead to tomorrow. And tomorrow would lead to Wednesday. She could do nothing to stop the ticking of the clock. And with that certainty, Annalee drew studying breath and looked straight at Tommy. As much as she wanted to pretend it was yesterday, here was the truth…