"Okay, but can you blame me for thinking it?" The question comes on the heels of his clenched jaw and frustration leaving her to react with nothing but a helpless shrug. "It was the first thing you asked me when I arrived."

But the basics didn't fucking matter. What mattered was that some other version of her got a bunch of information and now she was expected to somehow remember it. He was throwing stuff at her that didn't make sense.

"And now you expect me to act like it's all okay because she was fucking helping me?! I don't know who she fucking is! I've never met her in my life."

He had a talent for not answering questions and turning tables and it was exasperating trying to talk to him about any of this.