Falling Together

You are endangered, she thought with grief.
So are you, said a voice impatiently. So is everything. But we’re here now, aren’t we?

For someone out there, Jason had been the sun and moon, the basket into which someone had placed innumerable eggs, a walking, talking universe of promise and heartbreak

it was possible to form an opinion about a person, an opinion based on solid evidence and a vast quantity of justified self-righteous anger, to even have this opinion reinforced by trusted colleagues, and to be, at least partially, wrong.