So I said no.
And I would say it again, and I have told Nuala so, and she has never once suggested otherwise.
And the twenty minutes, which I was eleven feet away from.
That is the thing I did not understand for six years, because I had never once pictured the room.
I thought he had been taken somewhere. A separate room, a different floor, the way you imagine it.
He was in the next bay. Behind a curtain.
He told me that in the January, in passing, not knowing it was news.
Eleven feet. The same room I was in, with a curtain pulled across it, for about twenty minutes, at a quarter past two in the afternoon on the fourteenth of March, 2019.
And I was awake for all of it.
And I know what I did in those twenty minutes, because it came back whole in the February of this year, in a supermarket, the way they do.
