Still, I called her. She answered on the first ring.
Ethan. Her voice was hoarse. Have you seen what they’re saying?
Yes.
They make us sound awful.
I stood by my office window. Below, traffic moved in tight silver lines.
Do they?
She was quiet.
We made a mistake, she said finally.
Yes.
We didn’t understand what you were doing.
You didn’t try.
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