“Fuck,” he said.
He’d spent half an hour composing five lines of email.
Then the email address failed permanently.
“I can’t do this shit,” he said to himself. “It’s not the correct thing to do.”
And so it was that his good angel spoke up.
“Maybe it is. Maybe the wrong way was to have done nothing all these years. You’ve lost a lot of your life in this way. Maybe she did as well. There’s only one way to find out if it’s so. You have to call her some time. You have to call her soon.”